What if the leaves whispered secrets,
fluttering like thoughts unspooled,
fractured reflections in a puddle of rain,
voices receding into the fog of yesterday?
A clock ticks, untamed, echoing in the alleys.
Between the cracks, flowers bloom,
life finds a way through the shadows of neglect.
Beneath the surface—
what are we missing?
Unraveling threads, odd patterns,
connecting the dots of disparate memories.
There is a token here,
a key that unlocks doors to forgotten stories.