In the dusky twilight where the stars whisper secrets,
I found a path woven from dreams and fleeting shadows.
Each footprint traces stories untold, romances linger,
They speak of warmth, of distant shores and heartbeats.
The moon casts its gaze, a silent witness to this dance,
Of wanderers lost in the spirals of destiny's embrace.
Do these prints lead to dawn's awakening,
Or are they echoes in fog, fading into the surreal?
Lost shoes on forgotten roads, echoes of laughter,
Unseen hands pen letters in the sand.
To hold these words is to cling to moonbeams,
To traverse time’s vast ocean, cave in hand, star in eye.