Stars shone desperately alone,
Like scattered tears on the ebon sea,
Their distant whispers reaching out,
In a language heard only by the heart.
Observations of Emptiness
Observations scattered across the silent fields of existence,
Where silence gathers whispers like forgotten dreams,
The hollow echo of truth resounds,...
Each note a testament to a solitude more profound than despair.
A Symphony of Starry Night
Beneath skies woven from memories,
The void sings a haunting melody.
Echoless winds brush against the edges,
Of vacant thoughts, creating ripples,
In an ocean of untold stories.
Buried in the silence, lies the question:
Is emptiness merely absence,
Or the presence of something we cannot see?
To unravel is to confront the unknowing,
A dance with shadows cast by starlight.