In a moment, fleeting yet eternal,
whispers trace paths of unraveled time...
Silence sits in quiet corners, curling softly around
forgotten echoes,—do you remember?—blank paper scream.
Time trapped |
in a glass jar, awaiting release
through hairline cracks of unfolding stories.
Wind through the ashes of yesterday's dawn. Sonorous still the night, the quiet reverberates. Atoms becoming light.
Unique promises hang perfumed in indefinite silence. Scarlet for remembrance. Circled by streams of myths unspooled on shores of marble.