In the secret garden of moments, where time weaves threads of longing, the air is perfumed with memories. Whispering winds carry scents of laughter and eyes meet under the spell of stars, unseen, yet ever close.
Roses unfurl, soft petals falling
Into twilight's embrace
Dreams linger on a sigh of jasmine,
Echoing love's warm trace.
Dances shared in shadowed corners of the mind's banquet hall—echoes of music that only a ghost could hear in the soft tide of scented air. Every corner cradles a breath of time, a fragrant moment suspended in eternity's tender grasp.
Whisper