In the garden where moments are stitched together, time unfurls like a convoluted vine.
It whispers softly, just above the heartbeat of silence,
as shadows awaken beneath the luminescent glow of forgotten dreams.
The tulips of yesteryear bloom in the twilight of reminiscence,
their petals encasing the stories upon which we wander.
On the cusp of now and nevermore, musings dance like raindrops upon the surface of a timeworn soul.
Cast your gaze into the ephemeral teardrops of existence,
and savor the beauty of a world caught between moments.