Echoes Between Worlds

"Between loss and remembrance lies a realm of silent echoes."

Between the worlds, the silence holds its song,

a voice half-gone, yet lingering in stone.

I walk the fields where shadow keeps me long.

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The air still whispers what was lost, what’s wrong,

the roots remember names I thought unknown.

Between the worlds, the silence holds its song.

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The trees lean low, they know where I belong,

their branches bend, their murmurs not my own.

I walk the fields where shadow keeps me long.

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The stars recall the faces, bright and strong,

their light a record grief has overthrown.

Between the worlds, the silence holds its song.

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Regret becomes the soil that sows the dawn,

its echo turning absence into home.

I walk the fields where shadow keeps me long,

between the worlds, the silence holds its song.