In the quiet hours before dawn, whispers weave through the fabric of night,\n
stitching together shadows that dance upon the edge of consciousness.\n
A lone star flickers, a celestial heartbeat echoing across the void,\n
as the moon bathes the world in silvery solitude.\n\n
Words written in the sand of time,\n
erased by the tide of unknowing, yet, they linger.\n
Ghostly echoes of forgotten songs linger in the air,\n
like the fragrance of a flower never seen, yet known to all.\n\n
Mirrors Reflecting Waves\n
Paths Carved by Silence\n
Stars Aligned in Chaos