The Echo of Whispers

Elusive murmurs, carrying tales untold,
of dreams abandoned and wishes cold.

“The tallest tree weeps for the shortest grass.”
“In every silence lies a thunder.”
“The shadow speaks only to itself.”
“Stars blink in accordance with secrets.”
“The horizon fades where truth begins.”

Secrets drift through the empty corridors of thought,
weaving through the tangled webs of time lost.

Listen closely, and perhaps you will hear:
Echoes From The Void
Silence Speaks
Shadows Reveal Themselves