Yesterday whispers from the womb of memory, cradling burdens unforgiven — Thoughts whirl in cosmic rhythm, each passing cataclysm, As light diffuses through the fissures of ambition’s architecture.
Imprints flee, and passion sows seeds on spectral ground, A lingering echo of childhood japes jars the solace of dusk. How to find solace amidst the hushed trappings of the past?
The sunset does not cloak itself with shadows, Instead, it envelops the world with a vibrant tapestry torn at the seams; Each thread, a sorrow or a stitch of joy thwarted. Unforgotten Whispers stands in heirloom memory.
Face the specter of tomorrow, fearful While the remnants rectify illness lurking beneath today’s smile. Mother, time itself is but a sea filled with borrowed tides, Reminisce fondly, sepulchered beneath dim light Remedies of Dystopia.