global Wanderlust Adventures

In the garden of lost dreams,
Where stars dance and blend,
Under a sky tinted with azure and pink,
Hide stories we dare not mend.

Opportunities, like butterflies,
Slip through our fingers with a shiver,
Their shimmering wings brushing us,
Before vanishing, disheartened.

In the whisper of the nocturnal wind,
Resound regrets, like a muted plea,
Every missed chance, a shooting star,
Gone in the darkness, flickering.

But in the shadow of regrets, a glimmer shines,
Hope persists, despite fragile fractures,
Hearts wounded gather strength,
To grasp tomorrow, without any promise.

In the garden of forgotten dreams,
Faded flowers give way to novelty,
Withered petals mingling with memories,
To let new desires blossom.

Such is life, an eternal recurrence,
Where every missed opportunity is a lesson,
In this incessant ballet of regrets and chances,
The fabric of our existence unfolds.

In the garden of dreams, hope endures,
Despite the scars time crystallizes,
For every failure, every mistake, every misstep,
Is a step closer to the light, to the beyond.

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