04/08/2026
Where once love’s wild roses entwined the heart’s ancient walls in eternal bloom, now lies a merciless desert—vast, scorched, and forsaken. The sun bleeds gold across dunes of forgotten kisses, while winds of longing carve canyons where tender whispers once flowed like rivers. Love arrived as a gilded carriage, lingered in velvet shadows, then vanished like a midnight phantom, leaving behind only the hollow echo of its wheels fading into the starless void. In this barren cathedral of the soul, no oasis quenches the thirst, no shadow offers refuge—only the lonely pulse of a heart that once beat for another, now beating only for ghosts beneath an indifferent sky.
