In the realm of undulating truths, tides converse with the timeless sky — a ballet of moored ripples.
The shores whisper
the language of dissolving waves.
"Hold me," said the echo,
though I am but a shadow of the sound,
an echo of oneself.
Yet, within this drift, harmony and discord twine,
binding the unsaid words of the cosmos,
woven in celestial fluidity. Ebb and flow — the lovers' serenade.
The waves speak in parallels,
tracing the stories of sands lost in time.