To breathe in the tales of the zephyr, fragrant with the remnants of moments long past, where unspoken loves linger like forgotten dreams upon a canvas of twilight sky. A serene allure, irresistibly familiar yet impossibly distant; in each caress, the warmth of a thousand fingertips, traced upon your heart, like constellations upon a night lost in the embrace of galaxies.
Oh, gentle gale, do you carry my secret wishes into the embrace of the unsuspecting moon? Do you weave through the branches, singing tender notes of our celestial dances? Let your soft touch caress the forgotten flowers of our yesterday, forlorn petals swirling gently in your lyrical breath.