In the languid breath of dusk, whispers lay dormant,
A forgotten garden blooms with shadows,
Petals clad in midnight secrets,
Each droplet of dew a tear, lost in the void of time.
Awake! within the thorns of solitude,
A clock unspooled—its hands grasp shadows,
“Where is the laughter?” sighs the raven,
Echoes curling like smoke enveloping the rose.