Whispers of the Labyrinth

Within the hidden corridors where echoes linger,
I sought the heart's desired murmur,
cloaked in the melody of static noises.

"When the wind whispers through the leaves, it speaks...
Listen closely, for it murmurs your name in dreams,
where the golden tapestries of the sun weave tales of desire.
I find you in fragments, in electric hums and fuzzy echoes,
our souls entwined beneath the canopy of forgotten stars."

Fleeing from the noise, I searched,
in the labyrinth for whispered proclamations,
a romance hidden in the static of the world.

Step Deeper into the Maze Hear the Static Speak