In quiet halls where echoes dwell,
A whispered thought begins to swell,
In shadows deep, the heart takes flight,
With every breath, the day turns night.
The resonance of dreams once shared,
In silent rooms where none have dared,
A cascade of the past aligns,
As memories weave through fragile lines.
The moonlight’s kiss on parchment fair,
The ink that speaks of time laid bare,
In solitude, the soul finds grace,
A softer light, a warmer place.
The chamber holds its tender light,
Each corner carved with love’s sweet plight,
Though shadows stretch and silence reigns,
The echoes linger, soft refrains.
With every note, a tear is spun,
In harmony, the hearts as one,
In tender chords, the dusk draws near,
A fragile peace, this space we fear.
Yet in this solitude we mourn,
The beauty found in the forlorn,
An elegy for what’s been lost,
In every chord, we bear the cost.
But in the silence, find the song,
A symphony where we belong,
And as the final notes are played,
In whispered love, our hearts are laid.
So let us walk through shadows long,
In chambers filled with memories strong,
For in this solitude, we find,
The echoes bind us, heart and mind.
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