In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Shadows dance to a silent tune,
Echoes of past moments unwind,
Beneath the pale gaze of the moon.
Memories etched in fragile dreams,
Like whispers caught in a gentle breeze,
Each fragment silently screams,
Longing for solace and ease.
Through the labyrinth of time they roam,
Seeking light amidst the night,
Yearning for a place called home,
To heal from the endless fight.
Yet in the heart’s quiet embrace,
Hope blooms like a tender flower,
A promise of newfound grace,
Rising strong with each hour.