In the gentle cradle of twilight’s embrace,
a silent moth dances upon the cool breath of night.
Each flicker of its velvet wings, a tender echo,
whispering memories of dreams unvoiced.

Here, where moonlit paths weave between shadows,
a lone traveler carves verses into the wind,
sculpting with fervor and passion,
the heartbeats trapped in the silence behind dreams.

Listen closely, and you’ll hear the soft murmur
of stars coaxing the sun's sweet surrender,
knitting together a tapestry
of longing, painted in the colors of night’s peace.