21/09/2025
The Crimson Lily's Unspoken Echo Verse
~Nieve~
Beneath the crimson spider's stain,
A silent question, a haunting refrain.
Years may pass, and seasons fade,
A cherished echo, gently swayed.
Nostalgia's touch, a tender art,
For dreams that linger in the heart.
The red lily weeps, a silent tear,
As phantom feelings reappear.
In slumber's realm, a gentle grace,
A fleeting glimpse of time and space.
The hopes, the paths, the dreams we knew,
A silent question: was it love, too?
Though waking hours bring release,
The spirit yearns for tranquil peace.
A longing gaze, a whispered sigh,
Beneath the lily, love unanswered, why?
