In the quiet whispers of the night,
Shadows dance beneath the pale moonlight.
Echoes of sorrow, so soft and slight,
Weaving through dreams in their silent flight.
A heart once vibrant, now a hollow space,
Carved by time, leaving only a trace.
Memories linger, a bittersweet embrace,
Painting the soul with a melancholic grace.
Tears untold, like a river they flow,
Carrying whispers of long ago.
In the silence, an ache we come to know,
A symphony of sadness, both gentle and slow.
Yet within the sorrow, a quiet strength lies,
Rising like dawn in tear-streaked eyes.
For in melancholy, a truth often hides,
The beauty of life, seen through tear-filled skies.