In the silent symphony of twilight, the whispers of forgotten dreams
dance upon the edges of reality. Each turn, an echo of love
unraveling, woven between what is and what could be.
As stars puncture the horizon, each spark is a testament to
the incremental turns we embrace, the paths we dare to follow
in the labyrinth of longing.
Do you remember, beneath the canopy of cosmos, when
we first traced the nebulous boundaries of affection?
Between dreams and reality, our souls spun in the soft
embrace of the universe's infinite waltz.