Glimmers dance like sprites in the puff of a sigh,
Where echoes braid through hues of dusk silver,
A teardrop mingled with chamomile dreams,
The night blooms in tender anguish.
Can you hear the clocks dissolve,
Breaking the untouched stillness,
As petals whisper secrets to fleeting shadows?
A muted giggle waltzes through the half-light.
Nostalgia sparkles like dew upon trellised vines,
In gardens where memories remain unclaimed—
The fragrance of lavender tales fades,
Between heartbeats and silken reveries.