The whisper of the moon guides silent paths.
In the shadows, your silhouette dances, a fleeting memory.
Every step echoes with unspoken words, a symphony of what could be.
Fingers trace the constellations, mapping out dreams forgotten.
Here, the winds carry tales of lovers, woven into the tapestry of night.
A single rose, dew-kissed, stands sentinel over secrets untold.
Stars blink like distant hopes, tethered to the heart's uncharted desires.