The mirrors hum, in whispers spun,

Lost echoes traced, by whims undone.

From the depths of twilight's reach, a voice unheard sings.
Reflections wade through shimmering sands, where nothing clings.
In the maze without purpose, paths twist out of thought,
Whims, like shadows, dance in circles—fugitive knots.

Hidden Walkways
Beyond the enigma's breath, where no footsteps have dared.
Drenched in Whimsy
A cascade of musings, where ephemeral mirrors glared.

The labyrinth remains, a silhouette upon the starlit ground,
Echo of a slumber song, in the night’s embrace, profound.
Elusive Echo