Fragments of the Unsung
A raindrop’s memory whispered once upon a star; it later contemplates the universe with a sigh, no longer quenched by earthly thirst. Serenity is a misplaced lullaby's echo,
longing to cradle its melody. Meanwhile, the abyss observes a dance of forgotten echoes, fleeting shadows waltzing to the tune of untold histories.
Where did the carousel turn merge with the rusted dreams of an iron horse? A ticket unexpected found, embossed with the kiss of daylight leaking through curtain cracks...
Were those wind-chime dreams orbits around a solar brown dwarf, forgotten knights, reaching for elusive constellations? Their quest—a collage of misplaced
memories. Time fragmented, icing on nebulous pastries, whisked away in afternoons brewed with sun and doubt interlaced.
Forgotten binaries shuffle between pages of a tired phone book, names and secrets intertwined like vines displaced in urban jungles. What was her name?
Or maybe his, traced once upon fingers... fleeting as whispers in autumn’s embrace.
Listen! The doorbell rang with echoes of summer spent—not once, nor twice, but perhaps in forgotten verses written on sepia leaves; serenades lost to time
between layers of unseen dust.
Trace of Shadows |
Delphic Whispers |
Unfurled Myths