#SymbolicSaga

In the garden of our tangled roots,
the soil whispers secrets untold.
Branches reach, but never touch,
a chasm widens, a divide unfolds.
His gaze, a storm on distant shores,
each wave crashing against my shore.
Words unsaid, like leaves in fall,
scatter, drift, and fade to lore.
The sun retreats behind clouds of gray,
casting shadows, deep and cold.
Silent echoes...