"The moonlight danced in your eyes, a vivid cacophony." I whispered, tracing shadows with fingertips unseen, unheard.
The walls were painted in whispers, tensions unclenching at dusk's hesitation.
There, amongst the willow echoes... a silent embrace blossomed.
Overheard conversations in a waking dream, the melody of forgotten kisses reverberating resolution dared to begin...
- Java and fell mid-year. Still upright, perhaps lies? Certainly inflection.
- Silence finds purpose underneath violets or white porcelain hearts.
- Thirsting sonnets reciprocate dark alleys within.