The Echo of a Forgotten Child
In the quiet corners of twilight,
where shadows dance with a gentle grace
a silhouette lingers, lost between breaths of memory
a child who once painted laughter
on the canvas of sunlit afternoons.
Their laughter now echoes in the whispering wind
each note a testament to fragile joys
the weight of balmy dreams slipped through small fingers
as time wove its tapestry, frayed at the edges.
Do angels cradle those who fade away...
where shadows dance with a gentle grace
a silhouette lingers, lost between breaths of memory
a child who once painted laughter
on the canvas of sunlit afternoons.
Their laughter now echoes in the whispering wind
each note a testament to fragile joys
the weight of balmy dreams slipped through small fingers
as time wove its tapestry, frayed at the edges.
Do angels cradle those who fade away...