In quiet halls where echoes stay, Two souls once met, then slipped away. Dreams were drawn in lines of youth, Fading fast, yet filled with truth. One chased light, the other rain, Both bound by art and silent pain. Time moved on—its colors bled, But ghosts of laughter filled their head. Regret paints softly, stroke by stroke, Each memory a word unspoke. They look behind, through loss and fear, To find the past still waiting near.
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