Escape

The echoing pulse, a cosmic sigh,

Of being's dance, beneath the sky.

A love's ascent, a fleeting grace,

Then fall, a whisper in this space.

We rise and dip, a tide's embrace,

In this vast play, in time and place.

But when the "end" finds bitter tear,

A whispered "no," dispels all fear.

Your flight, you'll see, a futile chase,

Though shadowed paths may hide your face.

Escape's illusion, frail and slight,

The heart's deep truth, in shadows tight.

This fleeting love, a poignant sting,

Both sweet and harsh, the things we bring.

Though loss may sting, and pain persist,

Its very truth, a lesson kissed.

🎧CunCute