On paths untraveled, marooned in your winding thoughts,
lullabies song the echoes of forgotten footsteps.
I lingered there, where mist clings to morning,
voices in the wind weaving tales in hopeful rhythm.
Secrets, my dear, whispered as paper boats drift on an endless tide, bearing messages without destination. Shadows dancing where twilight merges with the unyielding moment, inviting consciousness to wander, unburden darkness disguised.
The bell tolls somewhere, muffled yet persistent, through fractured lands that once meant home. Among silent constellations gliding, revisit doors closed, when curiosity painted in colors elusive, and desires traded pause.