In the hush of dawn, the streets lie still,
Empty echoes of a world at will.
Doors are closed, windows hold their breath,
As cities pause in a timeless death.

The bustling squares, now quiet and bare,
Whisper tales of lives no longer there.
Shadows stretch where sunlight used to play,
Marking time in a different way.

Hearts beat fast in confined spaces,
Longing for familiar faces.
The world outside, a distant dream,
As we navigate this silent stream.

Yet hope lingers in the quiet night,
A promise of dawn’s early light.
For in the stillness, strength is found,
To rebuild life on common ground.