Singini

In the town of whispers and wistful sighs,

Lived Singini, beneath cerulean skies.

Her eyes held tales of sorrow and plight,

A soul yearning to set things right.

"Yesterday is heavy," she'd softly proclaim,

Her voice like a melody, a delicate frame.

In every word, a burden unfurled,

Echoing through the corners of the world.

With gentle persistence, she'd implore,

"Put it down," she'd whisper, "forevermore."

But memories clung like shadows in the night,

Weighing down hearts with their unwelcome might.

Yet Singini persisted, her spirit unwavering,

In the face of trials, her courage unfaltering.

She danced with the stars, her laughter bright,

A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.

For though yesterday may be heavy, it's true,

With Singini's grace, we find strength anew.

So let go of burdens, release them with care,

For tomorrow's promise awaits, fresh and rare.