In lingering whispers borne on the desert wind,
where every grain a whisper, an echo of love.
Do you hear the song sung by the stars?
Beneath the pallid moonlight, her satin attire glowed—
an ephemeral dance upon the silent dunes,
weaving dreams into the fabric of their night.
Can you trace your hand upon the moonlit sands,
as her gaze sinks deeper into your soul's abyss?