The ocean murmurs,
in tongues unspoken,
echoes of the future,
or perhaps yesterday.
Distant dreams are woven,
in strands of forgotten light.
Can you hear them?
Like whispers tangled in silver waves.
The ocean murmurs,
in tongues unspoken,
echoes of the future,
or perhaps yesterday.
Distant dreams are woven,
in strands of forgotten light.
Can you hear them?
Like whispers tangled in silver waves.