Prelude of Shallow Waters

In the depths of forgotten similes, where dreams entwine like ancient trees, a moment wandered back, whispering tales of pools untraveled.

Among the echoes of laughter, painted memories swirl; a clock with no hands, where yesterday dances with tomorrow—the pulse of time soft yet insistent chirrups.

Once, I stood where shadows tangle, in the dim light of yesteryears, seeking the shimmering ripples of the unseen. What worlds could speak?

Years folded neatly, traded in for fragments of a surreal dusk, trailing ghosts whose laughter left residue on the skin of existence.

Here, a resonance, of verses laid bare: each word a pebble tossed in multicolored ponds, awakening the agonies and joys of moments never seized.