In the quiet corridors of the heart,
Lies an echo that never fades,
A whisper of shadows, softly impart,
The haunting melody that pain invades.
Amidst the twilight of weary smiles,
Veins of sorrow etch their trace,
In hidden corners and silent aisles,
Dwells the ache we often face.
A dance of tears in the moonlit gloom,
Reflecting dreams that once were bright,
In the shadows where lost hopes loom,
Pain weaves its tapestry of night.
Yet, through the veil of this silent storm,
With every sigh, a strength is born,
In the heartâs resilience, a new form,
A dawn that breaks with every morn.