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Sunset whispers hope,

Farewell shadows embrace light,

Optimism's cost.

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Heart races, breath strained,

Trembling in the grip of fear,

Storm within the mind.

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In family courts, shadows cast despair,

Depression's grip, a silent, heavy weight.

Paranoia lingers in the cold air,

As laws dissect familial fate.

A custody battle, fierce and cold,

Each word a weapon, wounds unseen.

In legal realms, emotions unfold,

Where love once thrived, now stands between.

A dance of statutes, judgments severe,

Strained connections, bonds begin to fray.

Parental hearts, drowning in their fear,

In family law's unforgiving play.

Yet, through the darkness, hope may find its way,

For healing light can dawn a brighter day

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In shadows of the eve, the sun takes flight,

A sonnet sung, the night unfolds its tale.

Tomorrow's trials, a daunting, looming sight,

A symphony of worries, fears assail.

The moon, a silent witness to the plight,

I pen these verses, seeking solace's veil.

Anxieties cascade in quiet night,

A sonnet's refuge, as emotions sail.

Yet dawn will break, with rays of hope aglow,

The sonnet ends, a prelude to the day.

Embrace the challenges that soon will show,

In verses written, find strength to convey.

So, let the morning bring what it may bear,

A sonnet's grace, a resilient prayer.

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In shadows cast by festive lights so bright,

A somber season cloaked in silent gray.

Through carols sung, a melancholy plight,

As joy eludes the heart that's lost its way.

No mirthful dance in snowflakes' gentle fall,

Just echoes of a laughter once held dear.

Each ornament on boughs of holly's thrall,

Whispers of a time that's disappeared.

The Yule log's flame, a flicker in despair,

Its warmth replaced by cold and bitter chill.

In every carol's note, a heavy air,

A symphony of sorrow, slow and still.

Yet 'midst the gloom, a hope may softly gleam,

For even in the dark, a light may beam.

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Simple bird why must you chirp so loud?

In the quiet dawn, a simple bird

Why must you chirp so loud, unheard?

Your melody disrupts the tranquil morn

Yet, in your song, a beauty is born.

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Drained by thankless toil,

Unseen efforts fade away,

Silent cries persist.

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In shadows cast by dreams untrue,

False hopes arise, a fleeting view.

Whispers promise skies of gold,

Yet brittle tales in truth unfold.

Illusions dance, a fragile gleam,

Shattered dreams in moonlight's beam.

Once embraced, now fractured, cold,

A solemn tale of stories told.

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Concrete rivers flow,

Screens reflect our isolation,

Lost in pixels' glow.

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Gray skies above sigh,

Routine whispers, shadows play,

Melancholy day.

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Stars paint night's canvas,

Optimism glows, unseen,

Dreams dance in the dark.

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Sunset casts shadows,

Hope blooms in the darkest hour,

Life's melancholy dance.

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In everyday life, a quiet melancholy dwells,

As happiness departs, its story it tells.

The laughter that once filled these vibrant halls,

Now echoes faintly through these empty walls.

Each morning sun rises with a muted glow,

Gone are the days of joy, and now they go.

Amidst the daily grind, we yearn to find,

The lost happiness, left far behind.

But in this melancholy, there's a beauty too,

A depth of emotion, a different view.

For in the loss, we learn what's truly dear,

And find new happiness in the midst of tears.

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In shadows deep, where dreams in sorrow lie,

Potential vast, like stars in darkest night,

Yet depression's grip, a heavy shroud, denies,

The chance for brilliance, hidden from the light.

Oh, wasted hours, in melancholy's grasp,

The talents dulled, the passions turned to gray,

In depths of sadness, lost within the clasp,

Of endless night, where hope has slipped away.

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In shadows cast by stranger's watchful eye,

Their judgments like a stormy tempest brew,

Yet let them pass, for truth shall not belie,

The worth that lies within, forever true.

For in their fleeting gaze, what can they know,

Of dreams and battles fought, unseen, untold?

Their verdicts shallow, fleeting like the snow,

While deeper currents in our hearts unfold.

So let them judge, but hold your head up high,

For in your soul's vast tapestry, you'll find,

The strength to rise above their whispered sigh,

And in your worth, your purpose, you'll remind.

Let strangers pass, their judgments but a breeze,

For you define yourself, and they can't seize

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In depths of sorrow, I have often dwelled,

Yet through the tears, a glimmering light does gleam.

Though in the darkness, hope may seem expelled,

In optimism's grasp, I find my dream.

For in the quiet moments of despair,

A spark of strength and resilience takes flight.

In depressive storms, I'll learn to bear,

The weight of sadness, 'til the dawn's first light.

These episodes, a canvas for the soul,

Where shadows mingle with a hopeful hue.

I'll journey through them, onward to my goal,

With faith that brighter days will soon break through.

In optimistic hearts, we'll find our way,

And let the sun's embrace light up our day.