In twilight’s embrace, she murmured nothings—
Fragile echoes of solace mid stellar breaths.
Between sighs and star-dreams, she embroidered comfort;
Existences entwined like vines in night’s gentle grip.
The violin’s wail, a concert of silences
Where shadows leap against the wind’s weeping face.
Resilience found in decay; life held by ghostly threads—
Paradoxes dwell welcomingly in labyrinths of dusk.
Do you hear her in the rustle of cosmic embers?
The way laughter colludes with gravity’s gentle warfare?
Cradled by harmony, symbiotic echoes whisper.