Morse Code, A Love Letter
Beneath the veil of stars and silent echoes,
did the brave heart decode the murmurs of the wind?
A language whispered through the velveteen shadows,
where every dot was a tear, every dash a kiss.
The Watchful Eyes
In every stroke, a secret weeps,
glimmers of moonlight upon crystalline seas.
Do the stars blink in reply? Perhaps.
And the trees whisper tales of ancient romances,
of lovers' hearts entwined in code and longing.