5-** Water
In hollow corners, shadows deepen,
where dust motes dance in still air.
The empty space observes all,
a quiet room, its silence vast.
No laughter now, no quickened step,
only lingering light at dusk, fading slow.
The walls stand witness, mute and cold,
to a world paused within.
My spirit aches with unseen burdens,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom resides in silent depths.
I trace forgotten melodies,
each fading like a whispered dream.
Desolation descends, a chilling mist,
cloaking the heart in sorrow's hue.
Dreams unfulfilled, a heavy shroud,
hopes like autumn leaves, forever caught,
a cold autumn that knows no end.
Outside, the world moves ceaselessly on,
its distant hum a fading sound.
But here within, time holds its breath,
a single moment stretched and still.
Clouds amass, a heavy gray,
promising rain, a silent fall.
Each gathering drop, a quiet beat,
reflecting solitary pools.
I yearn for warmth, a single spark,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom yearns for light.
To melt the ice that binds my soul,
my longing pulses like the rain.
A labyrinth of regret, each twist,
I wander paths with silent steps.
My own heart beats, a lonely drum,
an echo reaching out for naught,
no answer in the vacant air.
Once, colors bright, a vivid hue,
of hands entwined in trusting hold.
The thrill of shared and promised dawns,
a tapestry of sunlit days.
Now the palette dims, a muted shift,
to shades of ash and ocean gray.
The canvas shows only faint lines,
a record etched by time's cool hand.
Yet in this quiet desolation deep,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom finds fragile strength.
A stillness beckons thought to bloom,
where dormant seeds await the rain.
Not broken, though fragments remain,
worn smooth by tides of sorrow's grace.
I gather each silent, storied shard,
a flicker ignites, a soft sunrise,
the possibility of dawn anew.
Project Title: Elements of the Heart
Volume 5: Water (水) - Wisdom and Flow
Poem #5-**
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