In the quiet corners where silence weeps,
Shadows dance to the rhythm of lost dreams,
A gentle sigh echoes through the hollow,
Where memories linger in the dusky beams.
The moonlight bathes the weary soul,
Guiding the tears that softly fall,
Each droplet holds a story untold,
Of laughter and love, now a distant call.
In the garden of whispers, a flower blooms,
Its petals bear the weight of timeâs embrace,
Yet in the darkness, hope gently looms,
A fragile promise of healing space.
Grief paints the sky with colors deep,
A tapestry woven with threads of pain,
But through the storm, we learn to keep,
The light that guides us through the rain.