Somewhere between the breaths of yesterday and the whispers of tomorrow, ♪I find an unseen melody humming intangible notes. It's as though the air holds forgotten promises, waiting patiently for the gentle coaxing of an oracle’s lips, longing to piece together dreams forgotten. Moments drift like autumn leaves, caught in the current of an unseen song, each one narrating a tale only the heart seems to comprehend.
The room flickers with light and shadows, dancing in tandem with the ethereal grace of unseen vocals. In this dreamscape, the whispers breathe libertine hopes through abstract brush strokes that tell stories sans words. Flickering candlelight breeds specters of doubt which melt into serene assurance, transient yet omnipresent.
♪Does every whisper possess a history? A birth pang seeping through hand-stitched curtains flecked with lost stars? I bear witness as time collapses, leaks through paradoxical hands like water poured through sieve Ũnknown. It's both annihilating and liberating, this cascade. An embrace once forbidden yet familiar, it sings through silences like starlight trailing echoes of heroics unseen.
An orchestra played upon soulstrings; reveries born of distant shores reunite as lingering touchings trace across never-ending skies. Gentle uprises from the backdrop, they merge corporeally to mend once tight-pulled cervical cord’s awaiting wrest. Each note intertwines, invitingly coaxing our semblance entering this rapture of intuitive whirls.
Wisdom Echoes