In the labyrinth of reveries, I roam, forsaken,
Chasing whispers in shadows, untrodden, unshaken.
A sonnet of longing, painted in twilight's sway,
Yearning for a love, in eternity to stay.
Yet reality's glare unveils a ruthless scene,
Love's fragile waltz in the fading sheen.
Elusive as dewdrops in the evening's trance,
A fleeting yearning slips through existence's dance.
Still, I grasp at dreams, ephemeral and sublime,
In their spectral embrace, where echoes chime.
For within dreams' haven, solace gently gleams,
Where pain's serrated edges soften into streams.
But as each dawn cracks, reality draws nigh,
Shattering illusions, silencing the sky.
For the men of lore, they fade into the fray,
Leaving behind echoes of dreams astray.
So let us lament for dreams lost to the night,
And face the truth with resolute might.
For in surrendering to reality's piercing light,
We find liberation in its unfathomable flight.
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ECHOES
PoetryTitle: "Echoes" "Echoes" is a captivating poetry collection that delves into the depths of the human experience, weaving together themes of longing, love, disillusionment, and self-discovery. Through vivid imagery and lyrical language, each poem r...
