In twilight gardens, secrets pile like whispers,
The atmospheric lens swells—conversations dip; Here glassy dew drenches the eyelids of dawn, Filaments of thought entangled in your mists of emotion, Gravity wells of heart, drawing me closer, nascent.
Qutunnel ripples of dense silence reflect in chambers— Bittersweet feasts of fleeting memories oscillate, Drifting away, yet anchoring the weight of losses warm, An embrace pressed onto the spirit, feather-like but profound.
Glistening remnants of stories spill over shadows, Each flickering heartbeat, lush beneath raindrops— A gallery of unsaid words binds us, coalescing molecules, As whispers mold over time—urgent fleeting moments of velvet.
Fractured Manifolds Particles of Longing Crushing Silence White Noise to Your Symphony