Soft whispers drift through silken threads adorned, Graceful folds embrace the light yet mourned. Timeless hues in quiet splendor weave, Moments caught where dreams conceive. Gentle drapes of fabric’s tender play, Echoes of elegance in soft array. Worn by those with stories spun, Beneath the warmth of evening sun. Patterns drawn from memory’s art, Fashioned deep within the heart. Silent steps in rooms once bright, Garments speak in soft twilight.