Underneath the pale veil of dawn,
Where shadows softly tread,
The world feels muted, withdrawn,
In hues of blue and red.

Each breath a solemn whisper,
Each step a gentle sigh,
Memories, like fading mists, stir
Beneath the mourning sky.

In the quiet of the morning,
Where silence tends to weep,
Hearts gather for the yearning,
For dreams they cannot keep.

The light, though softly glowing,
Cannot pierce the shroud of night,
Yet through tears, love keeps knowing
The strength in mourning light.

Annotation: This poem explores the quiet sorrow that accompanies the early light of dawn, symbolizing both the grief and the strength found within. The juxtaposition of light and shadow reflects the dual nature of mourning.