In the hollow of silence, the shadows dwell,
Where echoes of absence cast their spell.
A place where memories echo, stark, and bare,
And the weight of loss hangs heavy in the air.
Each step taken is laden with sorrow's weight,
In the labyrinth of grief, where darkness waits.
Whispers of what once was linger on,
In the empty spaces where love has gone.
The echoes of laughter, now hunting cries,
As ghosts of past in the darkness rise.
In the hollow of loss, time stands still,
And the ache of absence becomes the only thrill.
Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A flicker of hope in depths of night.
For even in loss, there's strength to find,
In the echoes of love that echo through time.
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Whispers of Imagination » Short Stories
Short StoryDive into the vibrant and diverse world of "Whispers of Imagination," a beautifully crafted anthology of short stories created during a creative writing class. This wattled book weaves together a tapestry of tales, each a testament to the boundless...
