Whispers of the Past

In the quiet embrace of time, two souls entwined, A man and a woman, their stories intertwined. The man, a pen in hand, writes the echoes of his mind, While the woman, poised, holds the weight of her thoughts, refined. The air is thick with the scent of old ink, Pages turning, secrets untold, a silent link. The woman's gaze, a mirror of the unseen, A world of dreams, a world of serene. The man's face, etched with the lines of his journey, A testament to the trials of his memory. The woman, a silent observer, a guardian of grace, Her presence, a whisper, a timeless embrace. Together, they stand, a canvas of time, Where the past and the present intertwine. Their story, a tapestry of love and loss, A reminder that in stillness, we find our true self.