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Echoes of Love in a Crystal World
Dancing Through the Whispers of Our Shared Trail
In the silent narratives of coffee whispers, secrets unfold,
Only to reveal you, the queen of my soul.
In the labyrinth of my palm, your name elegantly twirls,
A clandestine ballet, hidden from the world.
Every denial can be cast, every truth can bend,
But not the scent of the woman I defend.
All can be concealed, all can disappear,
Except the echo of a woman, profoundly near.
Where to hide you, my enchanting flame?
Amidst forests ablaze, wild and untamed.
Under the glaring lights of relentless media streams,
How do I protect you, my ethereal dream?
Writers weave tales, a romantic lore,
Casting us as legends from ancient folklore.
In which corner of the world shall we reside?
Each café an archive of the moments we confide,
Each hotel a silent custodian of our love’s tale,
Every street singing the rhythm of our shared trail.
We stand exposed, like a story unfurled,
Visible and vulnerable in a transparent world.
