Whispers
fleeting sounds, lost among ancient branches
resonant, yet distant, like footsteps
echoes fading with the turn of dusk

Labyrinths
tangled thoughts, like vines
weaving through an empty corridor
memories pass, shadows of self

Twilight
straying glimpses in twilight hues
an ephemeral dance of glow
only to vanish with the night's breath

Mirrors
silent reflections, of what was
only emptiness remains, staring back