The shadows breathe\ntelling tales of unseen paths.\nWhere do the edges go when the light steps back?\n\n\n Becoming
silhouette\nLost echoes of yesterday's whispers...
Scribbled margins in the mist,\nparchments forgotten in time's clenched fist.\n\n\n The compass spins...
like a distant lullaby.\nListen and follow the fading trails.