#FadingEmbers #FrozenWhispers

Through the canvas of a crimson winter's haze,
Where whispers linger and melancholy plays,
A tale unfolds, of fading embers and frozen dreams,
Of love once cherished, torn apart at the seams.

In solitude deep, a heart lingers in despair,
Caught in the grip of a chilling winter's snare,
Once ablaze with passion, now a flickering flame,
Aching for warmth, craving solace but finding only blame.

Echoes of a love story resonate in the air,
Whispers of lost promises, silently declare,
Of two souls entwined, like leaves upon a branch,
But fate's icy fingers snuffed out their fiery dance.

In a crimson winter's realm, a solitary leaf remains,
Clings to a withered bough, where life wanes,
Resisting the fate that compels it to sever,
From the past it clings, in a battle of endeavor.

The wind howls its lament, a mournful cry,
Urging the leaf to let go, to bid goodbye,
But it clings on, holding memories close,
The last vestiges of life it desperately chose.

In an ethereal dance, the leaf resists the breeze,
Amidst the barren branches, it dances with ease,
Remembering the vibrant hues of days gone by,
The laughter, the love, and the tear-stained sky.

As the gusts grow stronger, the leaf's grip weakens,
Torn between the past it cherishes and the wind that beckons,
But in one heart-wrenching moment, it succumbs to fate's hand,
And falls gently to the ground, joining nature's sacred band.

In the depths of this melancholic winter's gloom,
A woman roams, her heart trapped in an eternal tomb,
Once adorned in crimson, now a pale expanse,
Seeking redemption in a barren world, taking a chance.

With every step, her dress whispers the tale,
Of a love torn asunder, leaving her soul frail,
Yet, she walks alone, defying the cold's intrusion,
Hoping to find solace in nature's grand illusion.

A crimson river flows beneath her weary feet,
Matching the color of her dress, vivid and fleet,
Her cries echo in the woods, mournful and forlorn,
As she navigates the labyrinthine paths, torn and torn.

In the silence of the forest, she finds a hidden place,
A sanctuary of solace, where memories can embrace,
In the stillness, her tears fall like shards of ice,
Melting away the pain, thawing her heart's demise.

With newfound strength, she continues her ascent,
Through freezing winds that threaten her intent,
For deep within her being lies a dormant fire,
A flicker of hope that refuses to tire.

Yet, destiny weaves its tapestry, an unforgiving host,
Guiding her steps toward a frozen lake, a ghost,
The ice beneath her, fragile and thin,
Cracks and crumbles, giving way to the freezing din.

In the icy waters, her dress becomes her shroud,
A final baptismal, a release from a life once proud,
As she sinks deeper into oblivion's embrace,
Her spirit transcends, seeking eternal grace.

Fading embers and frozen whispers mark her fall,
Her story, like crimson winter, lingers in nature's call,
In the echoes of their journeys, intertwined and entwined,
The leaf and the woman find solace in the wind's kind.



© Jovan_love