Dreams dance on the night's breath, giggling beyond the stars.
Tiny paws tap on the clouds, chasing lightning bugs at midnight.
Unraveling paper kites slip down to play in puddles of forgotten echoes.
Snap! A child's laughter is trapped in a glass jar, but wait—who will let it out?
Paper boats sail through whispers of the wind, on a river made of yesterday's joys.
The sky bends low to listen, carrying secrets of playful kittens and lost marbles.
Butterflies paint wishes on the walls of dawn with colors never seen, now faded.
Ah! The moon blushes, playing peekaboo between the nothings and somethings of fright.
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Where do lost whispers go? Into shadow's arms where they twirl and play.