The Echoing Silences

In the quiet corners where dreams linger, the echoes of words long forgotten cling to the air.

Once, they danced upon lips like morning mist. Now, they rest beneath the skin of dusk, hidden in the soft sighs of empty passages.

Whispered Allusions

Let us weave these whispers into song: a tapestry unfurling in the silence between syllables, drawing hues from the twilight and dreams from the wakefulness of night.

Here lies a memory, a fragment adrift—
The shadow of a smile on an unseen face,
And the scent of oak in the golden haze,
Where time, like an old companion, fades away.
Unseen Paths
Silhouettes
Beyond the Murmur