In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers weave their gentle thread,
Feelings bloom like flowers untold,
In shades of gold and crimson red.

A dance of joy, a tear of sorrow,
Each emotion a fleeting guest,
In the tapestry of tomorrow,
Where dreams and fears find their rest.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
Casting light on shadows past,
Yet doubt lingers when day is done,
In the silence, echoes cast.

Through the labyrinth of the heart,
Where love and loss entwine and play,
We find the strength to never part,
From the feelings that guide our way.