Identity
100 Days
In the shadows of a hundred days gone by,
Hearts entwined with a collective sigh.
A silent plea echoes in the air,
Longing for freedom from the weight they bear.
Time marches on, a relentless stream,
Yet hope persists, like a persistent dream.
In the tear-streaked nights and all the candles lit,
our hearts yearn for brighter days.
Whispers of fear in the starry night,
Carried on the breeze, a fragile kite.
For every moment in captivity's embrace,
Yearning for release, a timeless grace.
The stars bear witness to the silent cries,
As prayers ascend to the infinite skies.
In the tapestry woven with threads of grace,
A hundred days, a sacred space.
In the dance of shadows and the morning come,
Echoes of resilience, courage anew.
May the sun rise on a horizon untold,
A hundred days of waiting, we will wait for you.
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