In the quiet corners where shadows creep,
Lies a sorrow that time cannot sweep,
Whispering tales of what once was,
In the gentle hush of the nightâs pause.
The echoes linger, soft and faint,
Painting memories no words can taint,
With every breath, a silent scream,
In the depths of an endless dream.
Tears weave stories upon the face,
Of love and loss in a tender embrace,
The heart, a vessel of broken dreams,
Navigates through silent streams.
Yet in this sorrow, a light may gleam,
A gentle reminder of a distant dream,
For in each shadow, hope resides,
Whispering softly, as time abides.