Sad
A canvas painted with hues of gray,
Where shadows dance and hope astray.
Heartstrings plucked, a mournful tune,
Lost in echoes of a fading moon.
Tears like rivers, silently flow,
In depths of sorrow, where shadows grow.
A soul adrift, in stormy seas,
Yearning for solace, on gentle breeze.
Hard
A battleground where spirits clash,
Resilience forged, in every crash.
With clenched fists and determined heart,
Climbing mountains, a brand new start.
A heavy burden, on weary shoulders borne,
Through trials and tribulations, reborn.
In solitude's embrace, strength is found,
A warrior's spirit, steadfast and sound.
Happy
Sunbeams dancing, on emerald green,
A symphony of joy, a hopeful scene.
Laughter's melody, a sweet refrain,
Hearts entwined, free from pain.
With wings unfurled, soaring high,
Reaching for dreams, beneath the sky.
Gratitude's embrace, a warm embrace,
In life's tapestry, a joyful space.
From depths of sorrow, to heights of glee,
The human soul, a mystery.
A fragile vessel, weathered by time,
Yet, in its essence, a divine design.
Through shadows and light, we find our way,
In every moment, a new display.
For in the tapestry of life's art,
We carry the universe within our heart.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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