In the verging glow of time's hazy boulevard, twisted by fervent reminiscence and a spark unseen, my mind flit upon ephemeral fragments:
A midsummer night's bicycle ride navigating through cotton candy seas, buoyed by the distant echoes of disconnected childhood symphonies. Wouldn't the polka-dotted sails whisper secrets only the moon understands?
Do you remember when, the time when the telegram told us all we weren't prepared? As If, an ether dance of diplomatic frogs backstage at a rambunctious diplomatic soirée. The croaks orchestrating, feverishly stealing the spotlight under the chandeliers.
Seaglass emeralds hidden beneath sandy memories, forgotten in the frenzy of kite-flying zeal. Each fragmented piece a portal to jumping through autumn leaves, tasting winter's respite. The golden electric glow shimmering across parates without a postcard sender.
Oscillate Whisper Dusk Waltz