In the shadows, where joy dances
A melody woven from forgotten threads
The laughter is a river, unending,
Veiled in silver, echoing through time.
Tread softly on its banks, gentle dreamer,
For the waves carry both mirth and sorrow.
Whisper a secret to the winds,
And let the sunlight weave your truth.
Each ripple a story, each eddy a memory,
The silent pandemic of smiles unseen.
How like a distant candle flickers
The light in tired eyes, weary of the dark.
Anonymous tongues of laughter surged
Beneath the quiet mask of existence.
A serenade of spirits lost and found,
What hidden roads await your wandering heart?
Embark on your journey through these phantoms:
Murmurations of Memoria |
Cerulean Echoes |
The Illusion of Now