Whispered thoughts filled with longing,
like moonlit currents drawing us into an embrace.
She said, "Do you ever wonder if our souls weave tapestry upon tapestry?"
Circular echoes, chasing themselves, never quite catching up.
Turning Tides
Shadows embraced with tender fury,
Lost in the redolence of unsaid promises.
He replied, "Ah, but even in our spirals, we touch the stars!"
Circular echoes, resounding—heartbeats masked by stardust.
Dancing Stars
Fragmented passion, yet the orb remains unbroken,
Its pulse a synthesis of both silence and noise.
Do we circle eternally, comets in tandem, weaving the infinite dance?
Silent Ripples