Shape of the Winds

Whispers woven through the chiaroscuro,
a tapestry of shadows entwined, wrestling with dazzling sunlight.
The wind carries secrets, tickling the petals of forgotten melodies,
where laughter dances with the ghosts of lost children,
their joy a spark, igniting the dark recesses,
turning heartbeats into echoes,
painted as fleeting brushstrokes across the sky.

Moments stretch and fold into each other,
as each breath surrenders to the waltz of time.
Listen to the lullabies carried off, the echoes—
Oh! Where lies the laughter of shadows?
Can you trace their shapes? Curved, jagged, soft, and sharp.
Perhaps they dwell in the corners of your dreams,
where the colors bleed into night.

Find the echoes
Dance with the clouds
Unravel the mysteries