A hollow ground beneath my feet,
Echoes soft of dreams we’d meet,
Distant thunder rolls in slow,
Casting shadows where we used to go.
Faces blurred like fading lights,
In the calm before the fight,
Whispers curling through the air,
Regrets that linger everywhere.
Each drop a memory, each storm a sigh,
Fragments of moments passing by,
Fractured sky, a canvas dark,
Painting tales of where we’ll part.
Each timid step on this soaked terrain,
Searching for a way to break the chain,
Yet the burden of words left unspoken,
Clings like the rain, unbroken.
Time is a thief in the night,
Stealing pieces, stealing flight,
But in the gray, a flicker hangs,
Hope’s soft melody still softly clangs.
So I’ll dance in this cold embrace,
Finding solace in bittersweet space,
Though the echoes will never fade,
In whispered regrets, a bridge we made.
As the clouds drift and shadows flee,
I'll stand tall, just you wait and see,
For even in storms that tear us apart,
There’s shelter found in a mended heart.
And though we'll tread on hollow ground,
We'll rise stronger, echoing sound,
For in the depths of every rain,
A promise lives, enduring the pain.
So let the thunder roll its call,
We'll rise above, we’ll never fall,
In the end, when the skies are clear,
We'll find our way, and lose our fear.
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Cold rain, distant thunder, hollow ground, whispered regrets, fractured sky