in the quiet corners where whispers forget
Hold tight to the gentle breezes tangling around your aspirations, you shall find droplets you dissolved in yesterday's cauldron of desire, mirroring all your unspoken dreams. Let the moonlight waltz upon your words, illuminating the sycamore confessing hymns of autumn's embrace.
Our symphony blooms beyond the horizon, faint strikes of a maestro's bow yet known. Are you ready to surrender to the melody strewn across the tapestry of time, crafted by the night's tears, softly kissing eternity?
When dawn steals the pensando silence, unveil the verses that strangers have scrawled across the sky, entwined through invisible harmony long forgotten. Legacy is in surrender, tethered in the fabric of lemony stars that never stop watching over the tiara of wisdom.