here lies the essence of enigmas
where do shadows sleep when night collapses
the unraveling tapestry of untold whispers
akin to smoke, dissipating in absence
Shattered Walls
questions unasked, yet spoken in silence
the echo speaks, but no one listens
bricks of sound, poured into molds of quiet
what does the void crave, in its empty embrace?
Echoing Canyons
footprints in mist, unseen, unheard
whose voice dances among the lingering twilights?
nothing answers, yet everything waits
the symphony of stillness in an aging cosmos
Fragments of Dreams