And still, the echoes linger,
reflecting from icy hollows
memories flitter, bittersweet phantoms,
shadows dancing with the light.
Embers are not extinguished,
they smolder beneath ashen yesterdays
where, in silence, a melody stirs,
a hope refusing to fade
And still, the rivers wind, carving new paths,
reshaping the banks of our lives,
while life, a silent witness
passes slowly, a flickering refrain.
Voices raised to the rising sun
anticipating moments yet to be.
And still, the restless heart beats on
echoing only a forlorn promise.
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