Fleeting Echoes of the Heart

Whispers of love, once sweet and true, Now fade to silence, a distant hue.

Echoes of laughter, once filled the air, Replaced by the sting of cold despair.

Yearning for warmth, a heart now turned cold, Memories of ardor, now growing old.

Searching for solace, in the dark of night, Yet finding only the absence of light.

A love once cherished, now torn asunder, Leaving in its wake, a soul torn asunder.

The path forward, shrouded in uncertainty, As the light of hope, fades into obscurity.

Yet, in the depths of this endless strife, A glimmer of resilience, a will to survive.

For even in the face of rejection's pain, The human spirit, shall rise again.


The Pen Mage