In the dim light of the fading dusk,
Where shadows stretch and sigh,
The lost wind whispers softly,
In a language that makes me cry.

It carries tales of yesteryears,
With echoes of laughter and tears,
Of moments now forever gone,
And dreams that disappeared.

The rustling leaves sing sorrow,
In a melody only hearts can hear,
While the stars, they blink in solace,
To every fallen tear.

Oh, how the wind remembers,
In its mournful, tender grace,
The stories of the silent ones,
In its gentle, warm embrace.

Yet in its gentle whispers,
A promise glows anew,
That though the night is heavy,
The dawn will break through.

— Annotation: This poem reflects on the grief carried by the wind, symbolizing the memories of those who have departed, and the hope of renewal that comes with each dawn. —