Like lovers caressing the final fringes of a dream,
Shakespearean verses etched in stardust,
wandering their paths only to collide once more,
in swirling galaxies kissed by eternity.
The void responded, holding her tense recollections,
the whispers of time like petals cast upon a river of black silk,
drifting, unanchored, until a single tear broke the silence.
Listen to the stories held tight within the nebula’s embrace,
echoes of passions unfurled – alive in every stardrop,
a thirst only quenched by the cosmic dawn.