If I could find my dear ones once more,
Taken from me by Death’s cold shore,
Yet time’s cruel hand, with a ruthless pen,
Draws but crosses where lives had been.
To feel again their warmth, their grace,
A fleeting dream in this solemn space,
But fate enforces its bitter decree,
A landscape of loss, laid bare to see.
In silence, the echoes of laughter fade,
Memories linger, but shadows invade,
Each tombstone whispers of moments once bright,
In the stillness of dark, they slip from the light.
Let not cruel destiny wield such might,
That paints our old joys in endless night;
For in dreams, I’ll gather the loved I miss,
In that sacred realm where we find our bliss.
If I could find my dear ones once more...
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