Time unravels the fabric of yesterday
weaving threads of wistful gaze,
a tapestry in whispers of forgotten songs.
The moon weeps over valley dreams,
casting silver shards that pierce the soul,
haunting the corridors of silent remembrance.
Wrapped in the velvety embrace of night,
the heart dances to melodies untold,
echoes of voices that once dared to sing.
Doubts arise like specters in the mist,
questioning the dawn’s tender promise,
relentless as the tide that smooths the stones.
And yet, in the chill of the landscape's sigh,
in the gentle rustle of leaves that listen,
the universe hums a truth we long to forget.