ECHOES OF TRANSFORMATION
In shadows long where echoes fade,
Through halls of time where moments wade,
A whisper stirs the silent air,
A ghostly touch, a tender snare.
The stars, once bright, begin to dim,
Their shimmer was lost on the horizon’s rim,
For a change, the thief of night and day,
Steals light and love, then slips away.
Mountains tall now crumble slowly,
Their peaks to valleys bend and bow,
Rivers, once wild, now trace their tears,
Carrying paths through endless fears.
A heart, once fierce, now gently weeps,
For dreams once bold, in silence, sleep,
The hands of time, with ruthless grace,
Etch lines of sorrow on each face.
Yet in this dance of loss and gain,
In every joy, in every pain,
A seed of hope, so faint, so small,
Whispers live beyond the fall.
For in the breaking, we are found,
In shattered pieces, truths abound,
Change, the cruel and kind refrain,
The melody of joy and pain.
So let the tides of time embrace,
Each moment’s breath, each fleeting trace,
For in the end, what will remain,
Is love once lost, now found again?
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