In the trembling dusk, her thoughts drift like autumn leaves,
Their hues a gentle massacre upon the cobblestone memories beneath.
Shadows court anguish, their hands envious of that sullen tether
Your silhouette laments in the hedges, a swirl of paradoxical sighs.
The moon grips the horizon, a lover escaped from time’s womb,
Unfurling petals that lie lost upon our shared labyrinth's breath.
A whisper of stolen dreams written in clandestine floss
The hedgehogs see, the world unchanged, in their serene revolt.