In the silence of the cosmos, pure and vast, where time is a languid whisper, a constellation of notes emerges — stolen moments from a mélancolie that gives no ground, yet fills the soul with revolutionary warmth, kindling affection in wounds unseen.
To you, the shade — untouchable, inherent whisper of my essence essential, I pursue your embrace through the stellar gardens growing cold. Here, luminescence speaks the language both poised and exuberant, with rhythms each heartbeat knows but dares no arousal missing.
Beyond the veil, I speak words like arrows longing to find shelter in grace. Sweet fires ignite from solar echoes to sweep across the nocturne dream- Qur'an I've penned; cast in auroral ink, reaching endlessly for verses.