Whispers in Shadows
The language of echoes speaks in the silence
unraveling truths in a waltz of whispers.
From the void, words weave shadows—thoughts meet the unseen.
What melody does the forgotten aisle sing?
When lights flicker with the name of bygones,
do they bow to the winds or dance with time?
Embrace the fracture
of stories left unbound—
each syllable a step in an endless hall,
a phrase spoken in the dark.
Wander Further