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I walked through halls where time had lost its sound,
Where dust of ages veiled the marble floor;
Thy laughter lingered faintly all around,
A ghostly echo from the days of yore.
Each ruined arch recalled thy tender gaze,
Each fallen rose revived thy vanished grace;
The fountains wept beneath the moon's dim rays,
As if they mourned the absence of thy face.
Yet in my breast the embers softly burned,
A holy fire no shadow could erase;
Though all the world to ash and stone had turned,
Thy memory lit my solitary space.
Through loss I found the truth that lovers learn—
The soul remembers what it can't return. |
