whispers of the evening wind
echo of an unanswered lullaby;
this moment suspended—
caught between the folds of yesterday.
did you hear that? the footfalls on
cobblestones echoing madly,
not a soul in sight,
yet a silhouette
waltzes through the garden
with roses bathed in moon's cool light.
untold echoes,
a melody trapped in amber,
where time dared
to pause, not yet
ready to unlock its secrets.
invisible hands playing
silent chords,
forgotten dreams echoing on
the edges of memory,
all that remains is a
half-formed sigh