Amidst the whispers of the ancient pines, she floats. The lost river, untamed and fierce, sees nothing and everything, heart echoes through hollow reeds. Chaotic. Enigmatic.
Glimmers of moonlight dance rebelliously across her currents, each ripple a fleeting memory, a lover's secret touch, burning through her watery veins. Desire, like stars colliding head on in the galaxy of improbability.
The fog of morning confesses their breath, in silent elegies. The sands shift underneath a thousand brushed narratives untold, moving toward the ocean heart—passion pleading endless miles.
I wonder. Does she know of the paths she charted through heartbroken hearts, serenading with those siren calls, trails of once-burning longings swallowed by the forest of silences?
Are we the ones merging within dreams, delirious together, at every river's end?