In the quiet corners of a restless night,Where shadows dance with whispered sighs,Lies a tale of hearts torn asunder,By the silent echoes of betrayal’s thunder.Once woven dreams now lie in tatters,Frayed threads of trust, broken and scattered,Promises whispered beneath the stars,Now shattered like glass, leaving scars.The moonlight reveals the path of deceit,Footprints of secrets, cold and discreet,In the garden of love, where roses once bloomed,Now withered in the darkness, consumed.Yet amidst the ruins, a faint hope lingers,Of mending wounds with gentle fingers,For even in the deepest night of sorrow,There blooms the promise of a brighter tomorrow.