Faint echoes of laughter,
beneath the canopy of whispered dreams.
The shadows sway, a dance of hushed secrets.
In the twilight, the heart beats louder,
tracing paths through a forest of sighs.
Each step, a sonnet sung to the fading light.
Shadows, companions of the night,
where words are woven with threads of desire,
and the moonlight cradles stolen moments.
Emerald glades, mist-kissed
leading to the edge of an unspoken promise.
The lanterns flicker, a gateway to the forgotten.
Listen to the whispers,
in the silent embrace of stars,
a journey bound by the rhythm of shadows.