Baskadia

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace,

A sweet poem weaves its grace,

For a little crying soul to find solace,

In verses that gently mend and erase.

Through teardrops that glisten like stars above,

Love's essence whispers with gentle love,

In each line, a warm hug to enfold,

To heal the heart, so weary and cold.

With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme,

The poem sings a lullaby sublime,

Embracing sorrow, embracing pain,

A comforting balm to ease the strain.

Oh, little soul, don't you weep,

For in these words, your pain shall sleep,

Let the verses carry your heavy load,

As hope and peace start to unfold.

The tears you shed, they're not in vain,

They water the roots of growth and gain,

For within your heart, strength will rise,

Like a phoenix soaring in the skies.

In this sweet poem, may you find,

A refuge warm, a love that's kind,

A reminder that you're not alone,

In this vast universe we call our own.

So let these words dry your tears,

And banish away your darkest fears,

For in each verse, a promise lies,

That a brighter tomorrow shall arise.

Written by ivy

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