What Ifs Beyond
The horizon speaks in whispers,
Voices echo, lingering in the twilight.
A question falls like a leaf—
retreating into silence.
The horizon speaks in whispers,
Voices echo, lingering in the twilight.
A question falls like a leaf—
retreating into silence.
What if the sun forgot to rise?
What if the stars wove stories?
What if time dissolved in dreams?
The repetition is a rhythm, a pulse.
Listen closely.
Beyond the visible, beyond the known.
Questions become reflections,
mirrors of possibility.