The sea murmurs, waves whispering forgotten echoes. A shoreline cloaked in twilight
where secrets drift like the breath of lost souls.
The horizon sighs, cradling the moon's distant glow,
and shadows lengthen into velvet embrace.
Echoes of an echo,
listens, unfurls
like fog creeping across the penumbra:
Abyss of oak trees, slender and stark,
amidst the forgotten pond,
under the tongue of the night.
The tide ebbs and flows,
reciting verses untread,
hypnotic in their eternal dance.
Drawn in secrecy,
painted in winter rain.
Terra of dreams held in despair.