Black Graveyards Lost in shadows, a spark starts

$Black Graveyards Lost in shadows, a spark starts to glow, A poem's born, hope's whisper in the low. Graveyards may be lonely, and woods may seem cold, But within the verses, a tale of hope unfolds. Words build a refuge, a haven from pain, Mending hearts fractured, washing away the rain. No longer trapped, we rise from despair's hold, In poetry's embrace, stories bravely unfold. A bridge of verses, spanning the unknown, Guiding us onward, leaving fear at its throne. Rhythm and rhyme, a soothing, gentle balm, Unburdening hearts, finding inner calm. Let ink flow freely, like a whispering stream, Unleashing the power of a poet's dream. For in this realm, where words paint the way, We transform darkness, into a brighter day. ©Biswajit Tripathy #btbytess$

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