In the garden of whispers, deceit takes root,
A tapestry woven with threads of illusion,
Where promises float like fragile feathers,
Beneath the moonâs indifferent gaze.
Words spill like honey, sweet yet hollow,
Crafting worlds that shimmer and fade,
A dance of shadows on walls of trust,
Fragile as the morning mist.
Eyes that shine with false sincerity,
Veiling intentions in silken disguise,
Hearts wander lost in tangled paths,
Seeking truths in a labyrinth of lies.
Yet beneath the layers of crafted tales,
Lies the silence of unspoken truths,
Waiting for dawnâs honest embrace,
To reveal the light beyond the veil.