Murmurs of the Unspoken Word
Like dew upon a petal at dawn , the unuttered thought dances fleetingly within the mind, yet leaves no trace upon the tongue.
Wrapped in silk threads of unexplored reverie, the mind paints unspoken dialogues in vibrant shades of sincerity and yearning.
As evening breathes her frigid sigh upon the city, echoes of unsaid words linger in the shadows, waiting to be entwined with stars.
Reveal | Return... and Behold