In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Echoes of forgotten laughter whisper low,
A dance of shadows against the heartâs toll,
Where dreams once bloomed now silent sorrows grow.
The mirror of time reflects weary eyes,
In the depths of which lost hopes softly weep,
A river of tears under endless skies,
As the heart wrestles with silence so deep.
Beneath the stars that watch with distant gaze,
A solitary journey through the night,
Each step a memory, lost in the haze,
Of longing for dawn’s gentle, healing light.
Yet amidst the pain, a whisper remains,
A fragile thread of hope in the nightâs shroud,
That even in the shadowâs deep domains,
A brighter dawn awaits beyond the cloud.