"Isolation may shroud the laughter of yesterday, yet in its quiet embrace, we find the echoes of joy waiting to be remembered."
Fog drapes the swings in a silent embrace
Leaves forgotten cling to skeletal grace
A chill breathes softly through the twilight air
While shadows dance lightly in their despair
Puddles mirror moments lost in the dusk
Where laughter once echoed now stirs the husk
Isolation's cloak wraps the playground tight
As fading memories linger in fading light.