the echo of whispers
In corridors of whispered dreams,
the truth walks barefoot on memory’s floor,
silent as shadows cast by unseen lamps,
lingering in the spaces between breaths.
Echoes mimic the sound of thoughts,
twisting in the twilight glow,
a melody of unspoken words,
sung softly by the ghosts of yesterday.
Listen closely, for the truth hums
beneath the surface of every sigh,
a symphony of silent chaos,
unraveling in the heart's quiet refrain.