In the quiet of morning’s embrace,
Shadows linger where light once played.
Every whisper of the breeze
Carries echoes of yesterday’s grace.

The sky wears a cloak of somber hues,
As tears trace paths down weary cheeks.
Memories dance in the gentle rain,
A symphony only the heart can hear.

Through the veil of time’s tender weave,
The soul finds solace in whispered prayers.
Each sigh a testament to love’s enduring call,
A beacon in the darkened night.

Yet in the sorrow, hope lingers still,
A quiet promise of dawn’s return.
For even in mourning’s deepest shadow,
The heart learns to beat anew.