A whirlwind of petals on twilight's sigh, where the echoes of your laughter linger in the heart's forgotten alcove, I find solace amid the dissonance, wrapped in the chiaroscuro embrace of untold wonders.
Perhaps, in another breath, another world, we are lovers dancing on the edge of eternity, fingertips brushing the stars, dreams enfolding like intricate tapestries woven with whispered secrets.
The mirror speaks without words, reflecting shadows of what might have been, casting light on paths obscured by the haze of time's relentless flow. In these reflections, I see you — or perhaps, a fragment of myself lost in your gaze.
Reflections Whispers of Time Through the Glass Wall