Silent Echoes

In silent echoes, whispers play,

Capturing souls in shades of gray.

Where shadows dance, and light does fade,

A timeless portrait, quietly made.

 

Through misty veils of memory's hue,

The past and present softly accrue.

In the stillness of the silent night,

Echoes of souls take their flight.

 

Each line etched upon the face,

Tells a story of time and space.

In every crease, a tale is told,

Of love, of loss, of dreams untold.

 

Oh, how the monochrome canvas sings,

Of life's complexities, of all it brings.

In every shadow, a truth revealed,

In every silence, a soul unsealed.

 

So let us pause in this silent gaze,

In the depths of monochrome's maze.

For within these shades of gray,

Lies the beauty of life's fleeting play.

Done