Echoes of the Heartbeat

In the hush between sunrise and dawn’s first light,

There lies a sound, soft but bright.

It’s not the rush of cars or the city's loud feet—

It’s the gentle thrum, the heartbeat’s beat.

Echoes whisper from chambers deep,

Stories the heart was asked to keep.

Of laughter shared and tears we hide,

Of moments we thought had passed us by.

Each thud, each pulse, a memory stored,

A silent rhythm we can’t ignore.

It speaks of love we dared to trust,

And friendships now covered in dust.

It tells of risks we feared to take,

Of the smiles we painted, sometimes fake.

It hums of nights we couldn’t sleep,

And promises we struggled to keep.

But listen closer—it does not mourn,

The echoes remind us: we’re reborn.

With every beat, we live, we grow,

The heart still dares, the heart still knows.

The echoes don’t dwell in yesterday’s shade,

They pulse with the life we’ve yet to create.

Mistakes, regrets—they all still teach,

The heartbeat’s echoes remain in reach.

So walk forward, pulse in your ear,

Let echoes guide you, not your fear.

For in the rhythm, raw and true,

The heart says clearly: keep pushing through.

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The End,

Thank you for reading...

Regards: Fazal Hadi