More poetry of mine.

In the realm where shadows dwell,

Hope and joy gave birth to a spell.

Entwined with sorrow, bound in despair,

Their offspring bore a burden rare.

 

A child of contrasts, light and dark,

A complex soul, a shattered ark.

Between the cracks, where shadows creep,

Lies a heart that longs to weep.

 

Through the laughter, echoes of pain,

A kaleidoscope of sunshine and rain.

Hope's gentle whisper, joy's sweet embrace,

A fleeting moment in sorrow's grace.

 

In the tapestry of life's cruel design,

This child of hope and sorrow will shine.

A beacon of light in the endless night,

A symphony of joy and sorrow's blight.