the luminous shadows whisper
tales of scattered echoes,
where the invisible ink
dances like autumn in July.
i saw you once amidst
the kaleidoscope of dreams,
unfurling secrets that
only dawn can embrace.
drop soft petals upon
the mercurial pond,
aligning starlit thoughts with
forgotten realms of ancient lore.
watch the light bend,
a monsoon of whispered truths;
is this reality
or a rendition of fireflies
lost to themselves?
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within these contours,
there lies an unsung relic,
a dichotomy of silhouettes,
painted with invisible whisper.
seek further:
the voiceless pathway
explore unfathomable realms:
echo corridors