In the quiet whisper of the night,
Shadows dance with silent grace,
A heart echoes with whispered sighs,
In sorrow’s gentle, haunting embrace.

Stars blink through a veil of tears,
Their light a distant, fading dream,
As moonlight weaves through fears,
In sorrow’s cold, relentless stream.

The wind carries tales of yesterday,
With every breath a memory sways,
Wrapped in sorrow’s tender veil,
Lost in time’s unyielding maze.

Yet hope glimmers in the dawn,
As shadows fade and dreams take flight,
Sorrow’s song becomes a distant hum,
In the gentle warmth of morning light.