In the quiet precipice between dreams
where forgotten whispers trace invisible lines
across the canvas of the starlit mind…
we find remnants of symphonic rains.
Perched on nebulous notes
of an unfinished symphony,
a solitary rain dances
to the rhythm of echoing pasts.
A melody once graced
the undisclosed shores
between two worlds
—written in ink of the cosmos,
soaked in silence and serenity.
Beyond the horizon of conscious thought,
tread paths veiled by the fog of memory.
In these trails, the echoes rest,
waiting for some wandering soul
to unravel their wistful lament.
Remember the dreams you painted in the rain...