In shattered dreams, the heart does weep, Torn asunder, in silence deep. Lost in shadows, where memories creep, A soul adrift, in sorrows steep. Echoes of love, now fade away, In the void, where emotions sway. Fractured spirit, in disarray, Alone in the night, to mourn the day.

In the warmth of dawn's embrace, gratitude blooms, A symphony of thanks, chasing away gloom. For each breath, each smile, each step in the light, Grateful hearts dance, in joy taking flight. In every moment, gratitude sings its sweet song, For in its embrace, happiness belongs.

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