Every Sound is Muted
The sound of your voice, soft and slow, Fades away with each passing flow. Gone are the words once filled with grace, Leaving behind an empty space.
In dreams, I hear your tender sighs, Whispering secrets beneath starry skies. But in waking hours, silence reigns, Only echoes of memories remain.
Each note that lingers within my heart, Tells a tale of love torn apart. Like petals falling from a delicate rose, Our bond slowly fades and decomposes.
Yet deep within this melancholy strain, A flicker of hope still remains. For even as time continues to pass, Love’s essence endures, unyielding and steadfast.
Though the sound may fade, forever it stays,
Bound in the echoes of forgotten days.
And though our voices may never meet again,
In my heart, your melody will forever remain.
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