I am born from the forgotten clouds, woven into the fabric of the tempest
A singular drop on a journey of solitude
We leave trails in the dark, muted echoes bouncing off damp leaves
Hidden rhythms I syncopate with
swirling whispers of wind, passing through hollow branches
soaking long-unused ground beneath
listen closely, oh weary souls — us droplets thrum like silent heartbeats, chained to the night
Where each groundward kiss extends ad infinitum, stories unheard
Echoes of Stars lie far from
here