In the quiet echo of twilight’s breath,
Lies the tender whisper of silent farewells,
Where shadows dance with the songs of death,
And time’s gentle touch quietly impels.

A tapestry woven with threads of sorrow,
In the stillness where memories reside,
Each tear a note in the symphony borrowed,
From the heart where love and loss collide.

The moonlight drapes a silvery shroud,
Over dreams that fade in the night’s cold grasp,
Yet in the darkness, where grief is loud,
Hope finds a voice in the gentle clasp.

As dawn unfolds with a tender grace,
The echoes of loss softly retreat,
In the whispering shadows, we find our place,
Embracing the memories bittersweet.