Upon the salt-kissed horizon, the longing whispers of ocean-melted parchment breathe life into shadows forgotten.
Diving into eternity, our souls coil and uncurl—filling each other like the tender embrace of moonlit currents.
Every letter cradled by the tide à une hugode quirkиста strained情愫 whisperer ploy.
The waves are rhythmic poets,
relentlessly reciting love sonnets submerged in brine.
Have you traced your palms through the salt-laden breeze,
seeking the heartbeats hidden within ripples?