Life is fleeting, woven with stories of struggle and triumph, A dance between dreams fulfilled and hope that whispers of a brighter tomorrow. We journey to shape a better world for ourselves, for friends, for family, Driven by the quiet belief that someday, all our striving will bear fruit. At times, we question the path — why we live only to fade — But such answers lie beyond our reach, written by hands far greater than ours. The world spins on, a balance of light and shadow, Each soul leaving its mark upon the earth, like footprints upon shifting sands. Our words, our deeds, the lives we've touched, In time, they become echoes — cherished memories, or reminders of pain. When we pass, others speak our name, But it’s the silent gestures, the unspoken expressions, that linger most, A smile that beams in the heart, a memory that rises like the dawn. Though we may seem to forget, It’s not forgetfulness, but a tender shield, Protecting us from drowning in the sorrow of absence. May the...
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