Nov 25, 2023
Whispers of Yesterday
In the garden of our yesterdays, a tale unfolds, Where vestiges of us linger, narratives waiting to be told. A symphony of moments, verses yet unspoken, Rustling in the wind, promises never broken.
Oh, Juliet of my dreams, wherefore art thou now? In the sonnet of our love, an eternal vow. Yet, in this script, shadows dance in the twilight, A tragic ballet of what might never take flight.
The parchment of our saga, inked in shades of yearning, A tapestry of emotions, endlessly churning. As Hamlet questioned, to be or not to be, In this odyssey, what is the fate of you and me?
