In the hollow chambers of a weary soul,
Echoes linger where whispers used to sing.
Shadows dance beneath a pale moon’s glow,
Telling tales of love’s forgotten spring.

Paths once vibrant, now overgrown with time,
Weave through memories, tethered yet free.
Silence speaks in the language of the lost,
As the heart mourns what it can no longer see.

The autumn wind carries a song of despair,
Leaves fall like the tears of a long-lost dream.
In every rustle lies a story untold,
Of promises broken by life’s relentless stream.

Yet in the solitude of an abandoned heart,
There lies a seed of hope, waiting to bloom.
For in the quiet, new beginnings whisper,
Turning shadows into light, dispelling the gloom.