Echoes of Silence
In the heart of the night, a shadow roams,
Wandering through halls of empty homes,
Whispers linger where laughter once played,
Now, only echoes in silence parade.
The moon, a pale witness to sorrow’s weight,
As dreams dissolve, tangled in fate,
No words are spoken, for none can heal,
The hollow ache that time reveals.
About the Creator
Francisca
Hi everyone my name is Francisca i am a writer and also I also love cooking.With a passion for exploring the complexities of life through fiction,I bring characters to life in a way that feels both relatable and profound.
One Hard Thing
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: You have the number, you know your schedule- you’ve even picked out the perfect day and time to make this appointment. Shoot, you’ve even picked out alternative days and times just in case their schedules can’t accommodate you!
By Taylor Rigsby3 days ago in Motivation
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"The moon, a pale witness to sorrow’s weight,". Liked that line.