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shivagni
Guest
In the quiet dawn, where shadows creep,
A whisper lingers, in memories deep.
The sun dips low, as day turns to night,
In moments we cherish, we find our light.
A gentle breeze carries echoes of laughter,
Remnants of joy, of happily ever after.
Yet time, like a river, flows swift and wide,
With every sweet meeting, a farewell must wait.
Goodbyes are not endings, but bridges we build,
A testament to love, and hearts that are filled.
Though paths may diverge, and distance may grow,
The bond that we share, will always stay.
So raise up a glass, to the times that we've had,
To the smiles, to the tears, both the sad and happy.
For every departure, a promise is to keep,
In the heart's quiet corners, where your memory sleeps.
Though seasons may change, and faces may fade,
The stories we've woven can never be rocked.
In the tapestry woven of laughter and sighs,
We find solace and strength in the warmth of goodbyes.
A whisper lingers, in memories deep.
The sun dips low, as day turns to night,
In moments we cherish, we find our light.
A gentle breeze carries echoes of laughter,
Remnants of joy, of happily ever after.
Yet time, like a river, flows swift and wide,
With every sweet meeting, a farewell must wait.
Goodbyes are not endings, but bridges we build,
A testament to love, and hearts that are filled.
Though paths may diverge, and distance may grow,
The bond that we share, will always stay.
So raise up a glass, to the times that we've had,
To the smiles, to the tears, both the sad and happy.
For every departure, a promise is to keep,
In the heart's quiet corners, where your memory sleeps.
Though seasons may change, and faces may fade,
The stories we've woven can never be rocked.
In the tapestry woven of laughter and sighs,
We find solace and strength in the warmth of goodbyes.
