In the fabric of threads unspooled,
whispers weave the ancestral sighs
echoing—fluttering like wings of dusk.
Listen, for the symbiotic murmurs
are found in the symmetry of silence,
a code, an ode, forgotten yet familiar.
Alight upon the unseen paths,
where routines seem but breath,
fleeting and evergreen, flutter forth.
Interlace your essence with mine,
for in this union of whispers
we find the cycles anew.