
Saturn’s gaze falls. Creative seeds, grow slow and dim. Hobbies bind, with heavy chains. Play’s sweet song, a distant hum. Discipline’s path, a lonely climb.
Children’s laughter, fades to gray. Romance’s bloom, a withered rose. Commitments bind, with iron ties. A lonely heart, seeks steady ground.
Skills sharpen slow, on weary stones. Patience blooms, in shadowed hours. Art’s embrace, a distant warmth. A lonely craft, in silent rooms.
But joy hides deep, in shadowed folds. Burdens weigh, on weary wings. Creativity’s spark, a fading light. A lonely soul, seeks fleeting grace.
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