In the gossamer threads of evening's embrace,
whispers entwine with the soft sighs of dreams.
Between the walls of desire and the echoes of time,
a dance of heartbeats long forgotten unfolds.
She wandered through corridors of silver mist,
where every turn breathed the name of a lover lost.
Here, each step was a syllable of a poem untold,
a sonnet of shadows tracing stars in the dark.
The air, fragrant with hints of lilac and mystery,
holds secrets whispered by the moonlit waves.
In this labyrinth of dreams,
passion dances like fireflies over a forgotten stream.