In twilight's embrace, the sun's descent. Reflects Boruto's fleeting hours spent. Like whispers of time, a dwindling rhyme, The fading light echoes his mortal chime. In Sarada's tender embrace, he crumbles, His breaths, feeble whispers, ragged and worn. In the realm of love, once a fount of bliss, Now tested, strained, as Sarada's heart does miss, The weight of loss, a burden hard to bear, Her spirit wrestles, tangled in despair.All Rights Reserved