In the Secret Garden of Silverfox

In twilight's embrace, where shadows intertwine,  
Lives an old man named Silverfox, gentle and fine.  

With gray in his hair like threads of the moon,  
He tends to a garden where time’s still a tune.  

Each day, as the sun spills its gold on the ground,  
He whispers to petals with love that he’s found.  

For amidst the green leaves and blossoms so rare,  
He seeks a sweet flower, a beauty to share.  

She dances like sunlight on dewdrops of morn,  
The most beautiful bloom that the twilight has worn.  

Yet busy their lives, like the rush of the tide,  
They steal little moments, where secrets abide.  

In this haven of whispers, where silence is blessed,  
Two hearts find connection, where time can’t repress.  

They laugh in the shadows, they dream in the light,  
In the Secret Garden, their love takes its flight.  

But oh, how each hour slips through fingers like sand,  
A fleeting reminder, so tender yet grand.  

Yet in every moment, with each soft caress,  
They nurture their love like the bloom’s sweet finesse.  

So if you should wander where blossoms aglow  
Brighten the path where the Silverfox roams,  

You’ll find there a garden, with love intertwined,  
A tale of devotion, two souls redefined.  

For in every petal, the echo remains,  
Of laughter and longing through life’s hurried lanes.  

In the Secret Garden, where dreams do not fade,  
Silverfox and his flower, in time's serenade.

JonforPassion M62 

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