Echoes Of A Silent Symphony
Echoes of a Silent Symphony
In shadows of a love once bright,
Time whispers tales of a silent night.
A year has passed, a silent cry,
As memories linger, refusing to die.
Her birthday echoes, a haunting song,
Through tears that fall, where love went wrong.
A distant gaze at a friend's tale,
A wound reopens, a ship set to sail.
Wet pillow cases, silent cries,
A heartache buried, where true love lies.
Dried thought-filled eyes, a hollow heart,
Yearning for a chance to restart.
In the echoes of what used to be,
A broken symphony, lost at sea.
Yet hope may rise with each sunrise,
As healing whispers through tear-stained eyes.
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