In a garden where silence softly sighs,
Petals once vibrant, now curl and die,
Crimson dreams in the evening's embrace,
Whispers of love lost, time cannot chase.
Leaves like whispers, brittle and brown,
Bearing the weight of a love’s fading crown,
Frost-kissed the memories, where laughter once bloomed,
Now shadows of fragrance lie heavy in gloom.
Under the moonlight, their beauty...