In the silent shadows where our loved ones walked,
We don the masks that hide our deepest shocks.
Veiled are the tears, in the heart’s hidden docks,
Where waves of grief crash on the unyielding rocks.

A clock falls, its hands pointing towards the divine,
10 and 11, a whispered rhyme with “heaven” so fine.
In these moments, temporal and eternal intertwine,
A fleeting comfort in the continuum of time.

Three digits converge, a mystical sum to find,
1 + 1 + 1, a trinity, a sacred bind.
In this number, a universe of symbols entwined,
Echoes of the infinite, to our souls remind.

Through the veil of sorrow, a light dares to shine,
Illuminating paths where the stars align.
In the depth of night, a glimmering sign,
That in the heart’s darkest chambers, hope can still dine.

For in every ending, a beginning anew,
And in every goodbye, a love that remains true.
In the dance of the cosmos, a hint, a clue,
That in the fabric of existence, we’re woven through and through.

So we cherish the pain, the memories so dear,
For in each tear shed, there’s a love that’s clear.
In the depths of our sorrow, we find a peer,
A shared human journey, through this earthly sphere.

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