Clandestine Unveiling

A Dance of Stolen Echoes Among Crimson Shadows

Behind the velvet dusk, a melody played.
Silent whispers, undone by time,
Remembered not for their outward charm,
But for the way they wound backward into stars.

نادراً ما تُرسم الحدود بين الخيال والواقع في ضوء القمر.
Where your shadow kissed mine beneath winter's frost.

Every note, a forgotten puddle on the sidewalk,
Reflecting orange street lights in unsung harmony.
Step lightly upon the shards of melodies,
And find therein, the heartbeat of galaxies—all in reverse.