At the cusp of a tangential whisper, the moon slipped softly behind the horizon's embrace.
In dreams we calculate the arcs, the unseen angles of passion profiled across forgotten stars.
Like sine curls into the night, seeking solace in cosine's steadfast shadow,
We drift, two separate variables in a harmonic orbit, lost yet connected by the otherworldly sine waves.
And as the night unfolds, like a lover's secret note,
The dreams become equations of the heart, unbending, unfaltering, yet ephemeral.
Wander deeper into the dreams:
Geometry of Desire |
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