In the caress of the twilight, where shadows dance with the dying embers of an unseen sun, I find the traces of your voice winding through the air, a palpable bouquet of elation—entwined destinies unravelling their poetic rafters in silence. You are the flicker, the spark that ignites the weight of absence.
How grand the architecture of longing; once in a distant summer of yesteryears, a forgotten tale mingled with borrowed breaths and languid sighs. The intricacies of your laughter stitched into the fabric of my heart, now weaving mysteries — where shall tomorrow cradle our fragmented souls?
Would you believe the pleas of spiraling fantasies, where petals drown in sapphire skies adorned with lilies dreaming of unsung poetry? To dance like vines wrapped around ivy-laden dreams; oh improbable days beckoning amidst sorrow’s sweet elegies... Am I doomed?
Whispering thoughts envelop the fringes of realities, beckoning as fog drapes, kissing velvet night, swirling chaotically like forgotten echoes. My chest aches under the illusion of your presence cascading through room-less hallways— devoid of maps—a silent navigation towards the infinite.