The palm trees sway in tangled simpleness,
and the painted winds teach us secrets.
The sun reminds us of yesterday's forgotten dreams, engraved in sand.
Where might the ld sea songs reside if not within our intertwined spirits?
But I dare you, conquer the shattering echo.
The heartbeat of moonlit waters plays hero against rebellious echoes, shadow myths breathe quiet. Binding the minute, the profound whispers whispered truths cradled dawn.
To drink from a solitary shore, wishing that oceans meet deserts’ tenacious craze, from beginnings—a transforming calm. Where is love uttered blind, if not with nature’s sighing grace?