Mirage of Realization
In the orchard of unspoken truth,
Shadows dance upon the whispers,
The moon hums silent songs,
Echoes lost in time's embrace.
Each star, a seed of thought,
Bursting forth in brilliant sighs,
Their glow, unheard melodies,
Sing of dreams untouched by dawn.
A secret drifts like morning mist,
invisible threads weaving fables of the unseen.
Venture further into the mist...
Hear the unsung serenade...