‣  endless hours: ( xi )───under the dim, warm flicker of a lamp’s embrace, aged recollections unfurl, adorned with the tender ache of nostalgia, swaying to a rhythm known only by hearts bound to the quiet pulse of yesterday. ／🗝

     It is a melody unsung, a symphony of silences
    woven  from  fragments  of forgotten  dreams,
     each  line a sentinel of stories that  speak to a
     devotion unfading, enduring in the soul’s deep
     archive.