In the quiet corners of a moonlit room,
a symphony of forgotten notes lingers—
each note, a heartbeat,
each pause, a breath held in anticipation.
She dances in the shadows, a silhouette of mist,
her silhouette tracing arcs in starlit spaces,
where gravity wells of emotion tether dreams
and pull them into cosmic waltzes of longing.
Words left unsaid hang like stars in an eternal dusk,
their light a gentle caress upon the soul,
whispering promises of tomorrows
that slip through the fingers like sand through time.
Here lies the melody of their dreams,
fragmented, yet whole in its disarray,
each fragment a universe of passion,
swirling in the silence of the heart.