In the amber glow
where murmurs weave
their silent spells,
a journey begins
through veils of whisper.

Oh, the echoes lost
beneath the shroud
of forgotten dreams
and timeless memories.
Here, the world pauses,
suspended like a breath
waiting to be spoken.

Somewhere in the quiet
lies the echo of yesterday,
imploring the heart
to listen
to the whispering winds
that dance along
the edges of thought.

Can you hear it?
The soft melody
of a world unspoken,
where sighs become
sonnets, and
every silence,
an unsung lullaby.