Through the corridors of silence, a solitude echoes,
softly cascading as whispers under pale moon glow.
Every breath in space
a heartbeat, hijacked at dawn's edge—
where are you, symphonic love?
Pulled gently by unseen tides,
footsteps scattered across sand—
lonely assembly in the outside pulse.
The wind writes unsung verses,
hauntingly halting some thin forest razors,
carries weight like lost affection between warm grains.
Can you hear it?— the sonar laughter of the universe—
align with resonant scars amidst star-cloaked depths.