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**Ghazel of a Fleeting Jest**

 
 
Oh, lady, are you feigning, is it true?
Your words fall like a haunting, bittersweet cue.
 
Time’s tapestry unravels, threads entwined,
As echoes of laughter, now faded, we find.
 
Beneath the veils of wisdom’s lofty height,
Once stood a garden bathed in laughter’s light.
 
The jester’s mirth, a fleeting, fragile spell,
Now haunts our memories, a whispered tale to tell.
 
Like moonbeams dancing on the ocean’s crest,
Our laughter spread, a balm for hearts distressed.
 
Yet now, like stars that vanish in the dawn,
Those joyous moments fade, their glow withdrawn.
 
Oh, let us not despair, my restless soul,
For in the tapestry’s weave, those memories stroll.
 
Though time may steal the laughter’s vibrant hue,
The tapestry of our past will forever renew.
 
So let us cherish each thread, each fleeting jest,
For in their symphony, our lives are truly blessed.

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