In the garden of dripping echoes, where petals whisper secrets and skies drop shards of rainbows, I took a step. My feet danced over shadows or were they dancing with them? Ever so slightly, the pathway twinkled, with stars still captive in earth's grasp.
The paths diverged, left and right, saying nothing, only smiling in their crooked way. The flowers laughed silently, twinkling eyes like marbles, revealing nothing, holding everything. Were they flowers? Or eyes in a field of longing? Curious, I watched.
Whispering Shadows Murmurs of the Petals