In the quiet corners of her mind,
Where whispers of shadows softly tread,
Sylvia finds solace in the silence,
A realm where forgotten dreams are led.
Her words, a tapestry of loneliness,
Woven with threads of unspoken fears,
In the echoing chambers of her heart,
Where tears fall like forgotten years.
Through the veil of her solitude,
A world of colorless whispers spins,
A dance of shadows in the twilight,
Where every silence softly begins.
Yet in her solitary embrace,
A flicker of light dares to remain,
A hope that one day the shadows will part,
And sheâll find peace amid the pain.