Whispers of Time Capacity
In the gentle embrace of night, where silence is loud and time is spacious,
Echoes of your voice, soft and supple, wrap around the consciousness,
gentle ripples across the sea of dreams.
The clock, oh relentless clock, how it pauses in your presence,
Time capacity expands, the hours bleed into moments, each a forever,
whispering secrets only the heart can discern.
Like a dance upon the strings of a lyre, our thoughts intertwine,
Only to be pulled apart by the unseen hand of reality's dawn,
Yet woven together in the fabric of midnight's tapestry.
Let us wander in this reverie, where the boundaries of time are sweetly blurred,
And every heartbeat is a testament to the love that transcends the temporal,
A cycle of whispers, a passionate refrain that never ends.
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