In shadows, beneath the whispers of the stars,
Echoes of forgotten dreams linger,
Traces, like footprints in the sand,
Left by the fleeting touch of time.
Once, they danced upon the horizon,
Fleeting silhouettes in the twilight,
Casting shadows of stories untold.
Listen closely, and you may hear it,
The melody of a world unseen,
Where every sigh is a note in the symphony,
Of dreams that never were, but could have been.