Imbued with the subtle whispers, the waves embrace the shore with a fervor too sweet to describe, as if each current scripted by chiaroscuro seafarers, longing in echoes of silver.
The horizon, forever painting itself anew, pairs the touch of the moon with gilded sands, a ritual neither tiresome nor hasty, indulgent and still, framing these stolen moments in whispers of a lover’s sigh.
Can you see the reverie of white crests, dancing over lipsticked shores, tender murmurs slipping via tethered rhythms, devoted songs that slumber within every grain?
Let {time={your heart beats]} champagne vapor touch sandy toes, where shadows chase silver echoes leaves beyond the stars' domain.
And here beneath the evolving ballet of tides, the love letters inked in the dusk write tales for the seafaring souls whose hearts dwell adrift in Eden's cradle.