In the damp silence, my heart swells like fog,
Stirred by the frantic dance of twilight—
Petals float, weaving tales of longing,
As an unkempt poet clutched by shadows.
Look! The moon, bleeding secrets over silken reeds,
Cradling lunacy in her tender embrace.
Can you hear the laughter of crickets?
Suspended, like time upon ddroplets of dew.
Oh, you madcap wanderer! With wild eyes,
Cast your dreams upon this troubled marsh.
Shout to the stars, let madness free your soul,
Unravel the threads sewn tight by despair!
For every heartbeat resonates with the sweetness of ash,
And in the depths, love teeters on the edge of sanity—
But wait, can you taste that bitterness?
It swims like brackish water, yet anew, anew!