Whispers of Loss Beneath Suburban Skies

In the quiet suburb's embrace, hearts weep silent tears, Echoes of laughter, now distant, stir the fears. Under the same moon, where olive trees once swayed, Linger dreams of nearly two hundred shades. Agony's cloak falls heavy, a crush of unseen weight, As memories dance on the edge of a cruel fate. Yet, in sorrow's deep well, resilience is born, And from the depths of pain, hope's gentle morn.

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