Phantom Gatherings
Surfaces ripple
in the dusk
of silent echoes.
Once
the light
vanishes,
beginnings and endings
become tales
whispered to shadows.
Do you remember
the moments
woven
between specters?
Surfaces ripple
in the dusk
of silent echoes.
Once
the light
vanishes,
beginnings and endings
become tales
whispered to shadows.
Do you remember
the moments
woven
between specters?