In the stillness of the night, where shadows weep,
A symphony of solitude, the heart\'s secrets keep.
Tears fall like silent rain, a lullaby of pain,
Echoes of a love lost, in the soul\'s refrain.
Lost in the corridors of dreams, where time stands still,
A heartache blooms, an ache that only dreams can fill.
Nights unfold their stories, woven with moonlit threads,
Yet, the heart lingers in the darkness, where sorrow treads.
In the garden of memories, petals of joy decay,
And the fragrance of love, now slowly fades away.
A canvas painted with shades of melancholy,
Whispers of longing in the night, a silent folly.
As stars weep in the vast expanse above,
The soul dances with shadows, searching for lost love.
In the embrace of solitude, where silence speaks,
The heart murmurs verses, the language it seeks.
\"Droplets of dreams\" fall from the eyes so deep,
A poetic lament, in the night\'s tender sweep.