Shadows hum softly against the cobblestones, a
dance of edges sharp and blurred, singing
of forgotten dreams. Geometric whispers weave
through the dusk, orchestrating
an encore of solitude. The night air thickens,
enveloping soft edges in
tender embraces. Passionate silence,
a melody of forms lost in.
Echoes linger, fragments of a symphony
unnoticed; crescendos of triangles,
arpeggios in spirals,
each shadow a note,
harmonic fervor cast
upon the weary ground
illuminated by stars' distant glow.
A tapestry woven of lines and curves,
tender declarations of a geometric sonata,
longing for the touch of dawn,
to unravel the silence
and breathe life
into symphonic shadows.