Patterns of Sequences

The unbroken thread weaves through
whispers of forgotten tales, lost in
a cadence that echoes silently as
the clock's embrace continues to
unravel and
lingering breath.

Mornings touch upon the delicate dew, a sequence of
light as it breaks through the veil of night, weaving
a tapestry of unfulfilled dreams and eternal
paths unknown, wilted petals beneath
echoing silence...

In every wave that crashes upon
the shore, there lies
the rhythm of ancient songs—a melody
unfinished, searching for
the final note to sing
the truth of shadows.