In the whisper of wind-caught melodies
there's a dance of echoes untamed yet serene...
Dark hymns under the stars guard secrets of solace,
whispers of the morning, which feel more like fading echoes.
Does the light touch them gently?
Or perhaps, a reckless ballet ensues, joyous and frightful.
In the cathedral of winds, where dreams softly fracture,
listen closely, they say, to the murmurs of built-up silence.