Whimsical Silhouettes
In the hourglass of dreams, where shadows whisper,
We dance upon the precipice of abandonment—
As clouds merge with the forgotten sun.
Lovers intertwine, $(shattering stars came to$ the(tender glow
Of flames flickering within our hearts—every sigh,
Retro pixie stardust clinging to our skin,
Memories fracture—coral kissed by dim moonlight,
Forever encrypting quiet apologies within saffron days.
The silvery whispers echo—haunting verse:
"Love is the tempest mocker, binding woven fates,
Mistress moon, coy in her ballet of shadows,
To breathe is to linger the scent of bad plist data,
The memory of birds turned obnoxious cats in silence."