In the hushed hours before dawn,
When the world holds its breath,
A silent echo lingers,
Reverberating through the stillness.
Whispers of forgotten dreams
Intertwine with the shadows,
Dancing in the corners of memory,
Unseen, but felt deep within.
Time suspends its relentless march,
Pausing to listen,
To the unspoken truths,
In the quiet spaces of existence.
Silent echoes of laughter,
Of sorrow, of love,
Resonate through the corridors of the heart,
Leaving imprints, invisible yet indelible.
In the solitude of night,
When the world is wrapped in silence,
The echo of a sigh,
Of a thought unvoiced, softly resounds.
It is in these moments,
Between the ticking of seconds,
That the soul finds its voice,
In the silent echo of its being.
A reflection of life’s essence,
Captured in the stillness,
An echo that speaks,
Without uttering a sound.
Silent, yet profound,
It spins a web of emotions,
In the spaces where words fall short,
An eternal echo in the void.
Dedicated to silent echo -- a mate met on this platform -- this one is not with a tight rhyme at all.