Poetry, Amplified

Created by Humans,

Made with AI.

My broken heart

Howls from the Abyss

And hope answers softly

Like a lover's sweet promise

No past to hold

Or future to behold

Just this moment

Here & now to unfold.

She walked towards me,

Her eyes like the morning sun.

The city was her canvas,

Where she painted our lifes

In hues of gold.

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