"Ephemeral Whispers"

In twilight's tender embrace, whispers take flight,

A symphony of moments, dancing in the night.

Moonbeams weave tales in silvery threads,

As stars paint the canvas where dreams are bred.

Time, a fleeting muse, pirouettes in the dusk,

Leaving traces of magic, a celestial musk.

Echoes of laughter, a soft serenade,

In the garden of memories, where emotions cascade.

Butterflies of hope flutter through the air,

Chasing the fragrance of love, beyond compare.

Raindrops, like diamonds, adorn the leaves,

In the book of existence, where destiny weaves.

Each stanza a heartbeat, a delicate rhyme,

In the poetry of life, where seconds chime.

Yet, like sand slipping through fingers so fine,

Moments elude, in the grand design.

Oh, ephemeral whispers, in time's fleeting song,

A melody of now, where we all belong.

Capture the beauty, hold it close and near,

For in these fleeting whispers, eternity appears.