Within the Embrace of the Barrier
In the tender hours when twilight insists on gentler shades, I stand before the studies of barriers—those crumbling walls where whispered secrets of old lovers linger, longing to spill their truths.
Beyond, I see shadows—dancers caught in the glow of lamplight, their movements brushstrokes upon a canvas of night. Are they lovers too, or just reflections of what could never be?
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