In the gentle embrace of dusk, where the edges of dreams blur

In the gentle embrace of dusk, where the edges of dreams blur, your shadow whispers secrets to the silence, and in this stillness, so many things begin to pulse, a stirring smile from a dream, captured in the boundless silence of longing, on a forehead creased with wonder... These fleeting moments give the heart its highest reason to beat. I do not scatter the light with mere blinks of my eyelids, but instead, I sink deep roots into eternity, and spread the tenderness of ephemeral moments everywhere. I sprinkle the silver from my temples, blending it with the warm essence of the zenith. There is no fixed time for the state of love, only a destiny that unfolds as it must. I share with you the depths of my grievous wounds, so that you can see the melancholic beauty within them, I exchange the body of night with the light of noon, with your shadow, the light of my life... In the dance of consciousness, where thoughts flow like rivers, weaving through the landscapes of time and space, I find your presence, a gentle luminescence, the bridge over the chasm between day and night, transforming the transient into the timeless. Each breath is woven into the tapestry of existence, a narrative of the delicate balance of love, where shadows and light merge, creating a symphony of whispers, a melancholic beauty imprinted in the essence of being. With threads of silver wisdom and the warmth of zenith light, we traverse the realms of love and pain, discovering in each other's shadows, the eternal brilliance of the soul's deepest truths, carried on the wings of tender moments, in the infinite horizon of our shared destiny.