Sick and weak

In shadows deep, where whispers sigh,
A frail heart’s song, a lullaby.
Through fevered dreams, the courage seeks,
A cryptic verse for the sick and weak.

A dance with shadows, moonlit waltz,
Healing echoes, in silence calls.
Frailty’s embrace, a tender grace,
A cryptic melody, healing space.

In frailty’s dance, find strength concealed,
Through weakened whispers, dreams revealed.
The melody weaves, a gentle peak,
A cryptic solace for the sick and weak.

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