Ephemeral Echoes

By Jibi Annie Jacob

In shadows cast by memories, I tread,

Whispers of the past and present wed,

A tapestry of loss and fleeƟng Ɵme,

Each moment's breath, a silent, sacred rhyme.

Grief, a ghost that lingers in the night,

Unveiling the fragile threads of morning light,

In sorrow's depth, the truth begins to bloom,

Life's brevity, a rose within the gloom.

Through tears, I see the world with clearer eyes,

Each heartbeat a reminder: nothing dies.

By Jibi Annie Jacob