The perennial rhythm of the waters,

the swift gliding of birds in flight,

the bright light of mid-mornings

giving days some eerie insight,

the lingering scent of love stories

pervading the nostalgia of twilight,

the lush shade of evergreen gardens,

and the mysteries of clouded nights,

the grinning Time switching roles

just to render our dreams almost real,

our small story stored in our souls

and our names branded in the winds

of cities lost in corners of our minds.