Grief drifts outward, a fading tide, Whispers of sorrow scatter wide. Through silence, strings of starlight climb, A pulse of hope beyond all time. At last, one note—serene, alone, A beacon where the dark has flown.
Grief drifts outward, a fading tide, Whispers of sorrow scatter wide. Through silence, strings of starlight climb, A pulse of hope beyond all time. At last, one note—serene, alone, A beacon where the dark has flown.
