Silver Strands
Silver Strands, as if spun from the moonlight, drift free through the air.
Silver filaments drat through, weaving the whispers of stars.
Beneath the veiled gauze, the contour of illusion lingers and hidden.
As patterns unfurls, the flowers of dark night reveal graceful bloom.
Filigree Silvers cradle fairy tales, leaves glimmer echo the brilliance of galaxy.
Subtle veins like the wings of butterflies, seal away the secrets of time.
At your fingertips, cold crispness and softness interlace.
With light and shadow rippling, whole galaxy sways in the silver laces.
Every crease, carving a heart’s quiet thunder left unspoken.
Every sway, unfurling the heart-stirring echo of stardust falling.
Silver strands are no more mere fabric,they are
A cosmic fantasy spun in constellations,
Romance crystallized through time’s patient art.
In the instant it dances, all the world transforms into a faraway land of poetry.
