In the gentle embrace of twilightâs veil,
Whispering winds carry tales of yore,
Echoes of dreams in a moonlit trail,
Timeâs silent dance on the ocean floor.
Stars adorn the canvas of the night,
Glimmers of hope in the endless dark,
Each one a fragment of forgotten light,
Guiding lost souls with their radiant spark.
Mountains stand tall, ancient and wise,
Guardians of secrets, shadows they cast,
Through the valleys, where the river lies,
Flowing with memories of the distant past.
In the whispering winds, our hearts align,
With every breath, a story unfolds,
Bound by the threads of space and time,
In the tapestry of life, our journey holds.