Etched in Sand
"In the whispers of grains, your voice was an echo, too faint to grasp but vivid in touch."
Fragments taste like fig and ash, a tree of synapses weeping memories—
glimpse the pattern in leaves that shift and dance under twilight.
glimpse the pattern in leaves that shift and dance under twilight.
Uniform lines too human, the ridges navigate a path of intention,
each step written anew, each step hidden away.
Reflections in Water
"See, the horizon bends your silhouette into whispers, words slip out, caught by silence."
The mind's jigsaw: pieces out of sight—
yet a thought murmurs, guiding fingers through sand, tracing curves once remembered.
Echoes in Snow
"Tomorrow, I will recall the warmth of this whisper, etched in the soul's gentle sand."