In the garden of unremembered yesterdays, where the shadows flitter like soft whispers of forgotten tears, there lies a solitary willow. Its branches sway gently, a curtain to the world unseen. Beneath those weeping boughs, I found a refuge—a realm beyond the veil, where time holds its breath.
All roads in this life lead towards something greater, yet somehow also into a mist of haunting solitude. Do you remember, beloved stranger, when the stars fell in fragments upon our laughter, and the night itself seemed to blush at our reckless abandon?
By candlelight, we spun dreams that danced just beyond our fingertips—a tapestry of desires unfulfilled, yet sweet in their aching bliss. Each thread a whisper, each knot a promise, wrapped tightly around this lost soul longing for the echo of your voice in the ethereal twilight.
In this ethereal echo chamber, a spectre's gentle sigh brushes the surface of my reality. I sketch the silhouette of yesterday's dreams, tracing the outlines of your soft laughter that tangles itself in the murmuring leaves.
Echoes of DawnIn the glance of the moonlight, there remains the secret promise of reunion, a hint of the pathways yet walked, waiting at the edges of our lonely mirth—forever hidden beneath the willow's drenched cocoon of shimmering dusk.