In the quiet corners where whispers dwell,
Sorrow weaves a tapestry of silent tears,
Each thread a story the heart dares not tell,
In the solitude where no one interferes.

The moonlight casts a somber glow above,
Illuminating paths of forgotten dreams,
Where echoes of lost laughter cease to rove,
And hope is but a fading star’s last beams.

Beneath the weight of unshed, mournful sighs,
The soul seeks refuge in the night’s embrace,
Where memories, like shadows, softly rise,
To dance upon the edges of empty space.

Yet in the depths of sorrow’s gentle reign,
A tender strength begins to softly bloom,
For even in the heart’s most aching pain,
The seeds of healing find their quiet room.