In the twilight of forgotten lands,
where whispers dance upon the sands, I pen this longing tale, entwined— hearts echo silent clamors, undefined.

Beneath the moon's tender gaze, embers glow,
like hieroglyphs on ancient stone, they flow. Stories of loves—etched deep, sublime,
carved in languages of a lost time.

Can you hear their breathless sighs,
the murmurs lost in starlit skies?
Each symbol, each line—passion's trace,
reaching through centuries, to embrace.

Touch the unseen, feel the exhale—
The whisper you ponder when all is pale. Unseen talks, temple of good growth.