In the hush of twilight, where moonlight dances with shadows, your name
is etched across the starlit sky. Echoes of yesterday linger,
painting nostalgic symphonies with a brush dipped in longing. Do you remember
the gardens where dreams bloomed, unspoken yet alive?
The wind carries whispers from a time when love
was woven into every heartbeat. We of
marionette smiles, held together by
strings of desire — golden portraits fading into the dusk.
Lost in our ever-circling tango, the heart remembers
what the mind forgets, distant yet near.
Reflect on the embers of a passionate storm,
sweet like autumn's breath, wrapped in
gossamer dreams. Our echoes remain, rooted in silence, timeliness
like whispered secrets on the edges of a sigh,
yearning ceaselessly, golden and fleeting.
And in this place, this moment where clouds rest on the
horizon's edge, we are boundless —
heart to heart, echoing memories
across the tides of a time that
knows not its own drift.