I find myself trapped in a relationship with no clear start or end,
Where joy and sorrow intertwine, coming and going as they please.
Is this a bond of gain or loss? I cannot decide.
But whatever it is, it holds no interest for me,
For there’s no goodness left within it.
It’s a fragile thread, capable of snapping at any moment.
All I wish is for it to bring peace to us both.
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Threads of Infinite Whimsy
PoetryIdeal for poetry lovers and curious souls alike, "Threads of Infinite Whimsy" promises to spark reflection and ignite creativity, reminding us that within the chaos of life, there is an infinite well of wonder just waiting to be discovered.
