In the absence of sound,
where silence weaves its tapestry,
the echoes linger softly
as if afraid to disturb the peace.
Echoes from Elsewhere
Listen closely, you might find,
the whispers—fleeting, spectral,
hints of stories untold,
shadows reflecting light unbound.
Faint Traces
Dwell not just on what is seen,
for the unseen is where magic lies,
in the quiet corners of existence
where dreams are born in silence.
An Amble Through