I walked through valleys heavy with fear, Shadows clung close, the silence severe. Each step a burden, each day a test, A longing for shelter, a place of rest.
The doors behind me closed with chains, Echoes of torment, unshaken pains. I carried my story through sleepless skies, Hiding my sorrow, yet steady in cries.…
Some mornings bloom in softened light, With petals spun in pink and white, And park paths hum a quiet tune, Beneath the gaze of waking moon.
The breeze is warm, the grasses sway, As springtime gently finds its way— And when I turn a corner bend, Two souls appear, like sudden friends.
Bombon, tall, in…