Crack

In the quiet of the night, whispers weave,

Through cracks in time where shadows cleave,

A fractured tale of forgotten dreams,

Where echoes dance in moonlit streams.

Each fissure tells a story untold,

Of hearts once warm, now turned to cold,

In fractured verses, memories reside,

Where pain and beauty intertwine, collide.

But from each crack, a light may shine,

A spark of hope, a tender sign,

That in the broken, beauty's found,

In whispered words, love's sweet sound.

So embrace the cracks, let stories flow,

For in each fracture, a tale to tell,

Of resilience, of life's magic spell.