In a world of forgotten tales,
where time blurs on foreign pages,
there are loves that let go
even when hands refuse,
like an ancient manuscript that tears,
leaving an echo of its story in the air.

I let you go,
even as my heartbeats resonate
in the echo of your words,
a language only we understand,
two souls moving between eras,
nothing is common between us,
like dancing shadows in a painting
that no one else can appreciate.

In this labyrinth of thoughts,
where the present intertwines with the past,
I feel an invisible thread that binds us,
a...