The sky was painted gold,
clouds drifting like whispers of hope.
Laughter filled the air,
soft and weightless,
like petals on the wind.
Eyes wide with wonder,
steps light as feathers.
Each moment a promise,
each shadow a forgotten fear.
But then the light faltered,
the colors faded.
The whispers turned to echoes,
then to screams in the silence.
Hands reached for what was gone,
feet stuck in sinking sand.
The golden sky shattered,
falling in shards of gray.
A dream, once beautiful,
became a cage of shadows.
And in the stilness,
only the heartbeat remained,
slow and heavy,
like the toll of a distant bell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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