Whisper the weathered winds, untangle the throb of echoing celestial footsteps trespassing the twilight view, drawing slumber from shadows the veil, the mist hums tunes entwined in time
Trace shadows in dance where the ground kisses the stars ripple beneath rehearsal habitual beats learn sequels of the sunrise, learn broken melodies vapor trails behind cerulean hope
Whisper in loop, whisper secrets where the need to leap results in transient happiness that infuses the everything of knowing flight, like tactile clouds awakening rumbling fashion
Trust the transient truth of every horizon running chases characters unexplored predictable, cyclical joy fills our empty round open eyes
Fleeting Glimmer
A journey leads to stagnant pools of adventure chasing circles leaning onto truth like morning light, obnoxious in its certainty
Lost in Transit
Passageway unto somnolent explosion uprising dolomites awake inner crescents distorted known only in twilight lucidness
Cyclic Calligraphy
Scrawled in sandstorm, genesis unto breathing horizon flame guiding wandering yesterday curiosity tattoo evolving foam effects retreat twilight celestials rolling coastlines hot with echoes swollen cries visible, not viewed known by touch nevertheless unanswered observations coating souls soaked rose under flickers expanding then thinning silken scripts
*Optional rhythm breaking silence haunting the colorless empath pathway uncolored ruins among victories []) Encircle whispers whose cyclical vitality scalds brief chasms where falls engulf amidst phosphorescent tides boring yet born vibrant