Whispers on Bench

In the silence, two souls converge, Their wireframe forms, a gentle merge. A bench, a witness to their quiet tale, A story told in lines, without a single fail. Their faces, etched with subtle, knowing glance, A connection deep, a heartfelt dance. The blackness around, a canvas vast, A backdrop for their moment, forever to last. In this stillness, a bond takes hold, A friendship formed, young and bold. Their wireframe beauty, a work of art, A testament to the human heart. In this digital dream, they sit and stare, Lost in thought, without a single care. Their whispers on the bench, a gentle breeze, A moment captured, in digital ease.