In life's tapestry, threads of souls entwine,
Some connections strong, others fade in time.
Some faces familiar, yet trust eludes,
Like shadows hiding truth, in secrets they've construed.
Years of shared moments, memories galore,
Yet whispers of doubt creep through the door.
Echoes of promises, broken and worn,
Leave hearts uncertain, where once trust was born.
But then, like rays of sunshine in the night,
Strangers become friends, a guiding light.
Months, not years, yet faith takes root and grows,
In kindred spirits, where hearts open and disclose.
In this enigmatic dance, we sift and choose,
Whom to embrace, and whom to gently lose.
For trust, like gardens, blooms in varied soil,
And sometimes the newest roots run deepest and unsoil.
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