In the dusk of letters,
a whisper fades,
encased in shadows,
etched upon an ancient shell.
A. B. C. D... silent echoes of eons past,
Fossilized thoughts, unworded, almost alive.
Glimpse the remnants: ( garden/invision.html )
Do you remember the touch of ink,
on paper's tender, forgotten palm?
E. F. G... whispers of history,
underneath layers of time's embrace,
Decrypt your heart: ( catacomb/shadowed-echo.html )
In silence, they speak again,
stories unheard,
letters yearning to breathe.