The night whispers, a serenade played backwards. Echoes of a romance, tangled in notes unwinding into the echoing vast. Can you hear it, the silent violin tracing your silhouette?
Love's melody is a shadow, caressing your spine in soft tremors. Hands once entwined are unfurling now, fingers tracing the air where warmth has departed.
Stars blink in rhythm, a forgotten waltz of pale longing, lilac dreams fading in reverse as moons ripple through this darkened sea.
In the shadows, we dance not forwards, but back, as moonlit conversations of vows half-broken weave their tragic grace about us. Can you hear them? The whispers never said, just breathed amongst winds that carry your name anew into the silent remainder.
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