Beneath the scattered stars, a whisper glides across the veiled stream,
where the echoes of forgotten nights ripple, unfurling mysteries untold.
She walked there, once and again, tracing the outline of a melody
suspending time in its delicate embrace, weaving a tapestry of silken sighs.
Shadows cast by the moon held a conversation with the wind,
exchanging secrets wrapped in the undulating rhythm of a silent waltz.