The Garden of Lost Reflections - Where Mirrors Reveal Forgotten Secrets Under the Silver Moonlight - Poem Lyrics in English
In the garden of lost reflections, where silence reigns,
Mirrors stand sentinel, where forgotten secrets remain,
Under the silver moonlight's tender gleam,
A tapestry of memories, a nocturnal dream.
Mirrors, like whispers of the past,
Reveal reflections that forever last,
In the garden's embrace, shadows unfold,
Lost reflections, in the moonlit cold.
Each mirror, a portal to moments untold,
Where memories linger, and stories unfold,
In the quietude of the night's soft caress,
The garden of lost reflections, a haven to confess.
Under the silver moon's enchanting spell,
Mirrors dance with secrets they tell,
In the garden's silence, where echoes dwell,
Lost reflections weave tales so well.
The fragrance of jasmine, the touch of the breeze,
In the garden of lost reflections, where time appeases,
Mirrors unveil the whispers of yore,
Under the moonlight, where dreams adore.
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| The Garden of Lost Reflections - Where Mirrors Reveal Forgotten Secrets Under the Silver Moonlight - Poem Lyrics in English |
In the stillness, where shadows play,
Lost reflections mirror the passage of day,
In the garden's corners, where time has spun,
Secrets linger, lost, yet never undone.
Oh, mirrors that hold the secrets of the night,
In the garden's hush, where dreams take flight,
Under the silver moon's tender embrace,
Lost reflections shimmer with a timeless grace.
So, wander through the garden, where memories gleam,
In the mirrors of lost reflections, where echoes teem,
Under the silver moonlight, where time takes flight,
Lost secrets revealed in the softest night.
In the garden of lost reflections, where memories repose,
Mirrors unveil forgotten secrets, under the silver moon's soft glow.
A realm where echoes linger, and whispers softly play,
In the dance of shadows, where reflections hold sway.
Oh, mirrors in the moonlight, with frames of midnight hue,
In the garden of lost reflections, where time feels askew.
Each pane a portal, to moments left behind,
Under the silver moon, where dreams and memories entwined.
In the stillness of midnight, when the world is hushed,
The garden of lost reflections, with secrets lush.
Mirrors speak in riddles, with a shimmering sheen,
Revealing tales of yesteryears, in the nocturnal scene.
Footsteps echo softly, in the garden's embrace,
Mirrors capturing moments, leaving no trace.
A mosaic of reflections, where nostalgia blooms,
Under the silver moon, where time resumes.
In the garden of lost reflections, where shadows dance,
Mirrors reflect the past, in a fleeting trance.
The silver moon witnesses, as memories unfold,
In the garden of reflections, where tales are retold.
So let the mirrors whisper, in the still of the night,
In the garden of lost reflections, where memories take flight.
Under the silver moon's enchanting light,
Secrets unfold, in the garden of reflections bright.
Beneath the silver moonlight's tender glow,
In the Garden of Lost Reflections, secrets bestow.
Mirrors, guardians of tales untold,
Reveal forgotten whispers in their frames of gold.
Oh, in this mystic garden, where shadows softly play,
Mirrors stand like sentinels, in the moon's ballet.
Reflecting memories, a shimmering cascade,
In the Garden of Lost Reflections, where dreams are laid.
Each mirror a portal, to a moment long passed,
In the moonlit garden, where time is amassed.
Echoes of laughter, and tears left behind,
In the mirrors' depths, where memories bind.
Lost reflections dance in the twilight's gleam,
In the garden of mirrors, where reality and dreams esteem.
Silent narratives written in the glass,
In the Garden of Lost Reflections, where moments amass.
Under the silver moon, each mirror sighs,
Telling tales of hellos and sorrowful goodbyes.
In this enchanted realm, where illusions embark,
Mirrors reveal secrets in the garden's dark.
Moonbeams dance on the mirrors' glassy sheen,
In the Garden of Lost Reflections, where time is serene.
Whispers of the past, in the night's soft glow,
Mirrors unravel stories, as the moonlight's shadows grow.
So, wander through this garden, where reflections unfold,
In the silver moonlight, where stories are told.
In the mirrors' embrace, where the past introspects,
The Garden of Lost Reflections, where memories resurrect.
