In the realm of verses, a year has passed,
Returned to YQ, my words amassed.
Silent pages whisper tales untold,
A poet's journey, a story to unfold.
Echoes of moments, the pen now sways,
In the dance of ink, nostalgia plays.
A chapter unfolded in the poet's embrace,
YQ's canvas, a timeless space.
Lines etched with the ink of time,
A symphony of words, rhythm and rhyme.
Embracing the silence, then breaking free,
A year's absence, a poetic decree.
Through the corridors of memory, I tread,
In the poet's heart, where emotions are bred.
YQ, the canvas, patiently awaits,
A reunion of words, at the poet's gates.
I feel the pulse of verses reborn,
In the tapestry of YQ, a poet's morn.
With pen in hand, and heart on the sleeve,
A year's absence, a chapter to leave.
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