Whispers
Edges blur.
Moments dance.
Inquiries arise.
Pulses align.
Reaching, touching, never there.
Do you feel it?
Threads of possibility.
Fade, .
Edges blur.
Moments dance.
Inquiries arise.
Pulses align.
Reaching, touching, never there.
Do you feel it?
Threads of possibility.
Fade, .