In a serendipitous dream of stardust and echoes, I found your laughter woven within the fabric of twilight trees, their leaves whispering secrets of untold romances. Symphonies
Wandering through the aisles of antiquity's library, I stumbled upon forgotten sonnets, penned on afternoons steeped in longing, kissed by rain that dances only for the silent stars.
Beneath the Paris bridge, where every stone knows a tale never told in daylight, Your voice hums in clandestine reverie with the river's murmured secrets.
Windows open to roads less traveled, your silhouette flickers in the streetlamps' glow, beckoning me to follow the unwritten path of this chaotic beauty called life.