In the quiet dusk where shadows weave,
A gentle whisper calls to the stars,
Echoes of life, where memories grieve,
In silent skies, the heart bears its scars.

Amidst the stillness of the night,
A moonlit path where dreams once danced,
Lost voices linger, fading from sight,
In the embrace of time’s gentle trance.

The winds carry tales of love and loss,
Through the trees where secrets reside,
In every leaf, a silent cross,
Marking the paths where souls confide.

Yet in the dawn, a tender glow,
Promises of light, of hope anew,
In every tear, a seed to sow,
For in our grief, love’s strength we knew.