frankramsey
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Behind dim screens where bitter echoes grow,
A restless chorus shapes its wounded creed;
In quiet corners longing starts to sow
A thorny garden born of unmet need.
Their forums hum with grievances untold,
Each story cast in shadows sharp and deep;
Yet underneath the armor, harsh and cold,
Lie fragile hopes that human hearts still keep.
For no one’s fate is fixed in dark despair;
A hand, a voice, a moment’s shift in view
Can break the walls built up from fear and air
And let compassion seep the fractures through.
May those withdrawn from warmth and open skies
Find gentler roads where tenderness can rise.
A restless chorus shapes its wounded creed;
In quiet corners longing starts to sow
A thorny garden born of unmet need.
Their forums hum with grievances untold,
Each story cast in shadows sharp and deep;
Yet underneath the armor, harsh and cold,
Lie fragile hopes that human hearts still keep.
For no one’s fate is fixed in dark despair;
A hand, a voice, a moment’s shift in view
Can break the walls built up from fear and air
And let compassion seep the fractures through.
May those withdrawn from warmth and open skies
Find gentler roads where tenderness can rise.
