In the amber haze of the afternoon's rememberings, a figure tenderly refracted through glimmering thoughts. Waves of ink spilled themselves across parchment, yearning for form and finding solace only in the dance of shadows.
Roses contained whispering secrets and the moon, ever distant, pulled at the heart's tide with an orchestral pull. Tethered Shadows that linger on edges too faint to see.
Would you call the sun’s arc poetry? The way daylight bends emotions into a sonnet of gold. The Optional Version speaks in breaths unsaid, a poem hidden in the heart of the clouded sky.
Remember the fleeting moment where breath became song? A note against a backdrop of stars, each silent luminescence echoing Delicate Wonders found in your gaze.