#NostalgicVerse
Beneath the cotton candy hues of dawn, Where dew-kissed grass cradled my bare feet, I tiptoed to the garden, a world awakening, And there, amidst petals and whispers, we’d meet.

The roses, still drowsy from their night’s slumber, Unfurled their fragrant secrets to the breeze, Their velvety touch against my fingertips, A language only morning blooms could tease.

Remember the taste of honeysuckle nectar? How it clung to my lips like stolen wishes, As I leaned close, chasing sunbeams, My heart aflutter...