In the shadow of the weeping willow,
Where tears fall silently as rain,
A heart aches with the weight of sorrow,
In a world painted with endless pain.
The echoes of laughter fade to whispers,
Memories like ghosts drift by,
Once vibrant colors now mere flickers,
As the soul lets out a weary sigh.
Beneath the twilightâs gentle embrace,
Lies a longing for lost time,
Dreams once vivid now erase,
In the chime of midnightâs rhyme.
Yet in the depth of this melancholy,
A fragile hope begins to bloom,
For even in the darkest valley,
A seed of light dispels the gloom.