Echoes of Sorrow

Beneath a moonlit veil of woe,

Where shadows gather, whispers flow,

The echoes of sorrow, cold and deep,

In the heart's caverns, their secrets keep.

A symphony of tears they play,

In the quiet hours of night and day,

A haunting melody that lingers on,

In the depths of souls, where pain is drawn.

Like raindrops falling on a quiet sea,

Each echo of sorrow a symphony,

An elegy for moments lost,

A requiem for love's heavy cost.

They resonate through weary hearts,

Where grief and loss have left their marks,

In silent chambers of the soul,

Where echoes of sorrow take their toll.

Yet in their midst, a glimmer of light,

A strength that emerges from the night,

For in facing sorrow, we find our grace,

And in its echoes, a sacred space.

So let us honor each tear that falls,

For in their depths, our spirit calls,

To rise above the shadows' grasp,

And find hope in echoes that forever last.