The horizon stretched, etched with dreams
A canvas whispered with secrets untold
Paths linger like shadows, in soft silhouette
Waiting for the dawn to unveil their stories
In the quiet folds of this night, your voice flickers like a distant star. It dances on the edge of
my consciousness, an echo painted with invisible ink – a silent sonnet
woven into the fabric of my being. Our souls, ciphers written in the margins of history,
yearn for horizons unseen, yet achingly familiar.
Beneath the boundless sky, your laughter shimmers like moonlight on water, illuminating the hidden paths of our hearts. Here, every breath is a confession, every glance a revolutionary act. The world fades, leaving only the pulse of our secret language— a sonnet of stars, a poem of the void.