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parents and child
Amidst life's tempest, fierce and wild,
Parents toil, their love compiled,
In every sigh, in every tear,
The struggle deep, the path unclear.
With tender hearts and hopeful dreams,
They navigate through raging streams,
Their child, the beacon, their guiding light,
In shadows cast, in darkest night.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
They labor on, in countless ways,
Their sacrifice, their silent plea,
For futures bright, yet still to see.
In Shakespearean verse, their tale is told,
Of love profound, of courage bold,
For in their eyes, the world may see,
The epitome of constancy.
Though storms may rage and winds may howl,
Their steadfast love will not grow foul,
For in the bard's immortal script,
Their bond endures, by love equipped.
So let us honor, let us praise,
The parents' struggle, in Shakespearean lays,
For in their quest, we find the art,
Of love's enduring, noble heart.
© zuma
Parents toil, their love compiled,
In every sigh, in every tear,
The struggle deep, the path unclear.
With tender hearts and hopeful dreams,
They navigate through raging streams,
Their child, the beacon, their guiding light,
In shadows cast, in darkest night.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
They labor on, in countless ways,
Their sacrifice, their silent plea,
For futures bright, yet still to see.
In Shakespearean verse, their tale is told,
Of love profound, of courage bold,
For in their eyes, the world may see,
The epitome of constancy.
Though storms may rage and winds may howl,
Their steadfast love will not grow foul,
For in the bard's immortal script,
Their bond endures, by love equipped.
So let us honor, let us praise,
The parents' struggle, in Shakespearean lays,
For in their quest, we find the art,
Of love's enduring, noble heart.
© zuma
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