Question

In the quiet of the night, betrayal crept,
Not with roaring thunder, but whispers softly wept.
A friend once cherished, now a dagger drawn,
In the garden of trust, a fragile blossom gone.
Promises spoken like verses of a song,
Yet hidden agendas where affections don't belong.
Eyes that sparkled with laughter and light,
Now mirror the darkness, a thief in the night.
With every secret shared and confession made,
The bonds that once flourished, now begin to fade.
A shroud of deception cloaked in a smile,
Transforming the heartache into a bitter trial.
What once was a fortress, now crumbles in fear,
Each lie a step closer, each smile a sneer.
In the echoing silence of trust turned to rust,
Betrayal's cold whisper darkens the dust.
But from the ashes where once love laid,
A phoenix will rise from this heart that betrayed.
For strength is found in the lessons of pain,
And trust, once broken, can bloom again

Answer 1

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Answer 2

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