Breathless notes scattered across silent spaces
where shadows curtsy to the fragrant moonlight.
The echo calls softly, tantalizing undercurrent,
weaving closely around the vulnerable heart.
Would you find
The mist-laden bridge stretching over
turbulent autumn skies?
Where whispers slip through cracks,
And lilies wear whispers like spectral crowns.
A touch unseen, an embrace of words unspoken,
linger here where stars forget their constellations.
Time forever loops, unwinding and rewinding,
under the echo’s lullaby, so dangerously harmonious.