The empty heart, seeking solace in heavy days

The empty heart, seeking solace in heavy days, When the walls of sadness rise threateningly, Your beats, the melody of ticking time, like an echo in the endless night, A lingering hour buried in the depths of secret suffering. What do you seek, old and abandoned heart, Estranged in depths, like the cold water of an isolated spring, No one steps into your hidden sanctuary, Leaving you to sigh in the isolation of loneliness and bitterness? Once, "blue heart," hope danced around you, urging you to believe, Now, silently and longingly, you count each passing year, You stand by the window, waiting in vain to see them return, Those who were once yours but are no more. Ah! What wouldn't you give to have them close for a moment, To embrace them tightly in your open arms, To serenade them with a lullaby, like a sleeping child, To hold them, like a dream, in your warm wings... But melancholic heart, do not forget that deep within you hide magic, A power to wipe away tears and dispel the darkness, Be like a lighthouse emerging in the dark night, Spread your wings and fly, for life awaits you to rise at dawn.