Beneath the weary kiss of the ocean breeze,
shadows dance in eternal slumber, where
tides embrace the forgotten heartbeats,
murmuring echoes of moments stolen by time.
In the hush of dusk, the sea weeps silently,
calling the lost voices of a summer youth,
who played by the water's edge, catching
glimmers of sun in forgotten dreams.
There... in the cradle of salt and foam,
lies the anchor of yesterdays, drifting,
where each wave, a soft reminder,
sings to the stars our hidden symphony.