In the fading light, where echoes linger,
the forgotten dreams weave tales of yore.
Shadows linger softly - a dance of stars faded.
Time, they say, holds no dominion here.
The moon weeps over frozen whispers,
Memory—the quiet thief who steals
The colors from the waking world,
Leaving only the azure of forgotten sighs.
In silence, the dreams murmur in whispers
Of twilight tales—to astronomy,
to the dusk—of silent reveries
Let them cascade, like soft rain upon
An ancient, forgotten shore.