In the shadow of forgotten dreams,
Where echoes of laughter once lived,
The whispers of an abandoned soul
Linger beneath the silent moon’s gaze.

Leaves rustle with tales untold,
Carried by winds of solitude,
Each step a memory of what was,
Fading away in the night’s embrace.

Stars weep for the stories lost,
Their light a gentle reminder,
Of paths that once intertwined,
Now diverged in the tapestry of time.

Yet hope clings like morning dew,
Fragile, but resilient still,
Awaiting the dawn’s warm touch,
To breathe life into forgotten dreams.