When the twilight hum lingers — it bows the crisp moon onto gentle rhythms. These are the secrets of the earth's embrace, rolling & weaving beneath each curving star. Do you not listen? Listen, as stories glide. To where hands touch the sky, wrapped in slips of longing.
In this quiet place, our heart's song gently spills, truly. It spills — like silken threads through slumbers destined to drift. Ah, melancholy dances beneath the vast sky!
Feel time caress as it wobbles, orbit of tone, unity — remembrance cadenza. Relentlessly perfect the the wobbles coaxed by gentle hands behind the horizon.
Discover the breathing machines yet unrevealed.
Unearth ether's tender nap in verses untold.