A Bitter Breeze

The view is golden, bathed in light,  

A world that shimmers, pure and bright.  

Yet through the glass, a bitter breeze,  

Whispers sorrow, bends your knees.  

The sky is painted, vast and wide,  

But pain drifts in from the other side.  

A voice once sweet now chills your bones,  

A love once warm now cuts like stones.  

No matter how the morning glows,  

Or how the gentle river flows,  

If standing there still leaves you torn,  

Close the window. Let it mourn.  

Beauty fades where wounds remain,  

Where echoes call your name in vain.  

Step away—let silence mend,  

Some views deceive, but wounds must end.