Wednesday, April 2, 2025

"Dancing with Death"

In the morning sun, I wear a heavy heart, For shadows lurk close, whispering we're apart. With laughter fading softly like whispers in the breeze, I ache for the moments that brought me to my knees. Each tick of the clock brings the weight of goodbye, A reminder that life is a fragile lullaby. Yet in this sorrow's depth, a flicker starts to rise, In dancing with death, I find love never dies.