Secrets ride the gentle currents of an unseen wind,
entwined like dancers in an endless pirouette.
The cicadas hum the tunes, tuning the world
to the frequency of whispered dreams beneath the stars.
Could you hear in the distance? It's an echo,
perhaps your own heartbeat captured in the breeze.
Fly with phantoms through dusk-colored skies,
chant with the cicadas, capture these moments,
woven into the fabric of night.
Every breeze is a postcard from the soul,
each whisper a note from forgotten tomorrows.
lace like droplets cascading down a morning dew,
secrets are told in upside-down worlds.
where ciphers and echoes blend, harmonize beyond horizons,
let the whispers write down their legacy,
capturing the essence of whispered truth
carried on winds we scarcely begin to understand.