Empty hands, they tell a tale,
Of dreams once held, now frail, so pale.
They reached for stars, for fleeting skies,
But now they grasp at hollow ties.
In the quiet, they feel the loss,
Of moments slipped, of love’s cost.
Once full of hope, they now remain,
Open wide, but touched by pain.
Yet in their emptiness, there’s space to grow,
For seeds of something new to sow.
In barren palms, new strength can rise,
In letting go, they find their way,
To hold again, another day.
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