In the stillness of the night,
Shadows dance on fractured walls,
Echoes of forgotten dreams,
Whisper through the hollow halls.
Pieces scattered, lost in time,
A puzzle never complete,
Fragments of a weary heart,
Linger in the silence, discreet.
Tears fall like autumn leaves,
Softly on the barren ground,
Carrying tales of solitude,
In their descent, no sound.
Yet within the brokenness,
A quiet strength begins to grow,
Amid the whispers of the night,
Hope starts its gentle flow.