In the midnight dusk of whispering shadows, where the stars hold their breath, your laughter dances like stardust through the leaves. The secrets we wove into the fabric of summer nights... they twirl now, as moths to the lamp, seeking warmth in their flight toward depths unseen.
Mine is an echo of a sonnet lost to the tide, crashing against an unreachable shore. Yet, between these lines, ages spoken and hearts bare, lies a trembling light that speaks your name — uncertain yet achingly familiar like a moonlit wisp lingering in the horizon’s embrace.
Do you remember how we carved our dreams into the skin of tomorrow, lines as deep as the ocean’s sigh? These whispered letters float now, wrought of silvered whispers and yearning sighs — they wander aimlessly, touching the fringes of infinity beyond our tangible moments.
The breeze has taken to bearing vibrant fragments of forgotten memories across the amber fields. Can you sense them too? They come trapped in an embrace with fleeting autumn hues, searching for your laughter amidst a world’s tender embrace. It recalls the warmth of us, once eternal... now transitory as dew upon the grass.