Echoes of Unfolding Silence

In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
shadows play a game of hide and seek,
their whispers carry tales of distant shores,
folding memories into delicate origami birds.

Listen closely, for the absent echoes linger,
a phantom melody that dances on the edge of perception,
each crease in the paper a map of emotions untold,
a silent testimony to words unspoken.

Watercolor Murmur | Lost in Translation

When did you last hear the echo of your own thoughts?