The dawn is a soft murmur, calling the dreamer,
an echo from yesterday, a promise lingering at the edge of twilight.
As I walk through the hushed corridors of my thoughts,
I feel the footsteps of a thousand yesterdays beneath my soul.
Do you remember the alleyways where we lost ourselves,
filling the blind walls with the stories of who we wished to be?
Each turn an advent in shadows, a flickering in the night.
And the letters ... oh, the letters we never sent,
woven from silken dreams, stitched with hopes and fears.
Floating like paper boats on rivers wept in midnight rain.
Catch the silent flow.Beyond the horizon, where reality whispers casual truths,
lies the path untraveled, where tomorrow longs to unfold.
And in this moment, I'm brave enough to listen,
daring to imagine the unseen roads beneath the stars.
As the echoes fade into the morning, I embrace the silence.
In this solitude, I am whole, I am free.