Echoes of Sorrow

Beneath the moon's melancholy glow,

A tale of sorrow begins to grow.

In shadows cast by a heart's lament,

A somber tune, a soul's descent.

Gentle whispers of a love gone by,

Echo through the tear-stained sky.

Promises broken, dreams now shattered,

In the garden of loss, hope lay tattered.

Drowning in the rivers of silent tears,

A symphony of grief, the heart reveres.

Each note a reminder of what's been lost,

A haunting melody, a heavy cost.

Wilted roses weep in the garden of despair,

Their petals, like dreams, suspended in air.

A love once vibrant, now fades away,

In the realm of sorrow, where shadows play.

The moon witnesses the heart's decay,

As stars weep for the light that fades away.

A world draped in shades of gray,

Where echoes of sorrow forever stay.

In the tapestry of time, a thread unwinds,

Leaving a soul in search of what it finds.

A melancholic dance with memories past,

A requiem for love that couldn't last.

So let the tears fall, like a gentle rain,

Washing away the echoes of the pain.

For in the vast canvas of the midnight sky,

Hope may emerge from a tear-streaked eye.