In the quiet echoes of the night,
Where shadows weave their gentle shroud,
A heart aches within its silent plight,
Beneath the weight of the whispered crowd.
Memories dance in a fragile light,
Threads of moments, tender yet brief,
Each tear a star in the endless night,
Carving paths through the landscape of grief.
The winds of time may shift and sway,
Carrying whispers of love once known,
Yet in the heart, they softly lay,
Seeds of solace, silently sown.
As dawn breaks through the shadowed veil,
A tender light begins to bloom,
Reminding the soul it can prevail,
Even in the midst of sorrow’s gloom.