In the silence of that suspended year,
The world paused, held breath, and drew near.
A breathless pause, a fleeting grace,
A stillness time could not replace.
Streets grew quiet, shadows stretched,
In empty parks, the silence etched.
Hearts beat softly, hope's faint glow,
A world reborn in silent woe.
Yet in that pause, with time held tight,
A chance to see anew the light.
Though doors were closed and paths were blocked,
A whisper of change gently unlocked.
The year the world stopped, yet in its sleep,
Seeds of renewal quietly did creep.
A pause, a breath, a chance to mend—
A silent chapter, longing to end.
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