Whispered tales of a sunlit corridor
where shadows play on forgotten strings
of an old guitar, untouched
by the hands of time.
Echoes of a Dream
The smell of rain on cracked pavements
folds into the scent of freshly baked bread,
memories misplaced between whispers
of a childhood laugh.
Hallway
A photograph, face blurred,
edges tinged with nostalgia
and a name not remembered,
written in ink that fades day by day.
Midnight Conversation
The sound of a train in the distance
fades into the slow rhythm of waves,
carrying with it
the secrets of the stars.
Paths Unseen