In this solitary stretch, I hear the river's understated voice, a whisper cast in silver droplets.
Each word, an echo in this boundless canvas, reaching the shores of my thoughts.
Here, reflections ripple like distant dreams, brushed by the current, dissolving into soft sighs. Between every murmur lies a silence that is loud, enfolding, resolute.
The river reminds me of time, not cruel, not gentle, but a flow that does not beg for recognition.
Yet, in this murmur, I seek shadows of voices that could fill the emptiness that speaks.