aniket22
Epic Legend
She walks, and the air remembers,
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.
Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.
The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.
It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.
Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.
The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.
It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.