There are moments, hushed and deep,
When the night descends, and secrets sleep,
In slumber's embrace, profound and vast,
Where the smiles' ache weeps, a childhood past.
There are such moments.
When silence falls, a heavy shroud,
The heart's loud clamor, cries aloud,
A scattered fair, a vacant space,
Memories' shadows find their place,
Embracing forms, a spectral dance.
Dreams shattered, pierce the breath's expanse,
Each broken mirror, a cruel sting.
Yet wakeful eyes, their burdens bring,
Holding dreams, though heavy they grow.
There are such moments, a soulful flow.
Thus, each night melts, a fading grace,
Thus, each day descends, time and space,
Each melody, a lovelorn sigh,
In autumn's grasp, where blossoms lie,
The grieving heart, blooms to the sky.
What bond is this, a hidden tie?
Joined unseen, yet bound to stay,
Never to break, come what may.
And we entangled, in this plight,
Weeping eyes, through day and night.
There are such moments.
When the night descends, in slumber's hold,
Where the smiles' ache, in tears unfold,
There are such moments, deeply shown.
There are such moments, all alone.
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