In the broken light of evening, shadows dance upon the wall,
flickering silhouettes that tell stories of a thousand dreams,
woven from the threads of moonlit nostalgia,
embracing the warmth of a distant memory,
a lover's sigh echoing softly...

Under the watchful gaze of the old moon, we whisper our secrets,
a firefly's glow alighting the silhouette of a hand reaching
through the veil of solitude, grasping for the sweet aroma of a
love lost to time, yet ever-present in the dance of night lights
casting their gentle, melancholic play...

Shadows whisper; the night breaths silent, preserving the echoes
of laughter shared under stars that seem too far away, yet
closer than one’s heartbeat, a rhythm timeless and profound.
Would they remain, those echoes, etched forever upon the
canvas of the soul, as we, beneath the silent arcs of night
seek solace in their embrace?