The shower of memories

In solitude she walks, a woman strong,

Time’s gentle whispers in her steps prolong.

Silver threads weave through her hair with grace,

A tale of solitude etched on her face.

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Each wrinkle tells a story, a chapter lived,

In quiet moments, her strength derived.

A lone figure, yet not lost in despair,

She finds solace in the stillness of the air.

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The world may rush, in its vibrant pace,

Yet, she finds beauty in a serene space.

A solitary tree in a vast expanse,

She stands strong, in a timeless dance.

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With every sunset, a memory unfolds,

A canvas of life, the story it holds.

In solitude’s embrace, she finds her song,

A symphony of resilience, where she belongs.

— M