The pebble waits, nestled in the sand, dreaming of your touch, soft and eternal. A memory held, the whisper begins, "O endless sea, brush me against your shores," the heart of the stone beats, syncing with the endless blue, relentless rhythm.

Whispering, soft songs of the tides, ebbing, flowing, eternal love. O how the waves break, silver threads weaving twilight, dancing in the moonlight. Quiet heart of stone murmurs, "Will you remember me, smoothened by your tender kiss?"

Repeat, repeat this dream: Erasing lines between the lands, whispering ocean songs. Cerulean blankets enveloping, cradling our longing union, whispered secrets told. The pebble dreams; with each wave's embrace, rebirth in the silent womb of deep.

Dance with Stones Echoes in Silence