Whispers

Cracked roots.

A fleeting shadow.

Remembered echoes.

The sound of falling leaves.

Momentary silence.

A glance at twilight.

The river swells, yet stays still.

Here, a heart pulsates, there—a breath drawn.

Fragments rise to the surface.

Steady breath, cracked earth—

whispers called to the sky.

Where memory bleeds into dreams.