Forgotten Verses

In nightly whispers, where the echo weeps,

Forgotten verses, in lingering tears it seeps.

Portrait of loneliness, canvas of longing,

In the soul echoes the melody of orphanhood.

In the heart of abandonment, a poem unfolds,

Sounds of silence, where sadness is unrolled.

In each stroke of solitude painted,

Pain intertwines on the desolate canvas.

Nocturnal symphony, where crackling resonates,

Serene horizon, where hope abates.

Sadness is the palette, colors that detach,

Fragments of a farewell, that linger in the eyes.

Under the breeze of melancholy, the verse contorts,

Profound silence, where the soul loses its course.

In a winter's enigma, where ice conceals,

A song of solitude is born, soaring over the dusk.

Refuge of sorrow, where poetry extends,

In the embrace of the night, where the soul comprehends.

Mist of longing, hovering like a veil,

Song of dejection, in every ray of the sky.

Thus, loneliness composes its own song,

Verse by verse, in the dance of darkness.

In the unfinished poem, pain embeds,

But in the promise of tomorrow, hope estranges itself.

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