Floating like dandelion seeds upon the chill winds of tomorrow, forgotten voices congregate beneath the spectral fingers of dawn.
A flicker of stars woven into yesterday's fabric; "Did the gravity let go, or was it simply the echo of a longing mind?"
Between shadows and light, the glass walls tremble. Reflections, // the mindless laughter paints murals of dreams unheard and buried deep.
Do the clouds speak in riddles? Racing through the meadows of thoughts woven with silken yarn—clouds—spines of thought go unbroken, unshattered.
Fleeting, utterances caress the ethereal surfaces, defying understanding. Twilight Moments
A scent of nostalgia traces the smooth skin of dusk, but why do they linger, those amber whispers?
Stains of silky indigo highlight where ghosts of laughter weave; echo the universe in muted phrasing, while silence gives birth to unknown sonnets.
Click to wander through the dream: Tangents, merging pathways through syncopated syllables.