Somewhere in the pendulum’s whisper,
ages trespass, uninvited yet familiar.
A bittersweet scent of yesterday lingers, stirs the soul's quiet waters.
• "I remember..." a voice murmurs,
cascading like a river's echo,
skimming over memories etched in sand,
untouched by the tides of forgetfulness.
In this ethereal realm,
hearts are constellations,
luminous in their solitude,
bound by a gravity of emotion invisible yet profound.
• Beyond the horizon,
a world of mirrors reflects nothing and everything,
where the past and future dance silently,
entwined in a waltz older than the stars.
their touching hands— an origami of sound,
birdsong unfolding in the dusk,
caught in the aquamarine silence of time.
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