Beyond the flicker of stars, where the shadows weave tales of longing,
lies a voice untouched, murmuring in the labyrinth of wind and whisper.
An echo that trails the moonlit tide, laced with dreams of bygone souls,
who painted passion in the azure of eternity.
Do you hear the melody?
It dances like phantoms on the edge of your remembrance,
a sonnet in the sighs of a restless summer night.
It speaks of loves unclaimed, of kisses found only in silence,
under the watchful gaze of the willow's yearning heart.
And as the stars hum their celestial refrain,
we stand at the crossroads of whispers and dreams,
where every unsaid word becomes an eternity in itself.
Dare to listen, and you may find your soul
entwined with the ancient hymn of existence.