In corridors of forgotten language,
where whispers hang like dew,
the phantom footsteps trace unknown paths.
These words, never spoken,
escape the lips of a shadow.
_language forgotten
_shadow of a
_traced footsteps, where
_dew hangs like
_whisper of a
Step quietly in between the lines. Listen; they have stories too.
Find the Lost Words
Echoes Unheard
Journeys Missing