Whispers of the forgotten linger
In corridors of remembrance.
Dust dances on beams of fractured light
As echoes replay untold stories.
Shadows, they know secrets
That daylight dismisses, curing ghosts
Woven through ancient time strokes
And the melancholic sighs of dew.
Shadows gather knowledge
From solitude and silence,
Bystanders to musings cast
On the edge of time's embrace,
Where dreams meet uncharted realities,
Andicment memories circulate like dusk's warm breath.