In the silence, amidst the echo of distant clocks,
I found a fragment of yesterday's dream,
teetering on the edge of forgotten words.
The rhythm of existence, a gentle sigh...
Breaths between heartbeats, where life pauses,
a whisper of the universe's breath.
What color is your shadow?
Paths unfold in twilight, where thoughts drift,
like leaves on a stream, murmuring secrets
only the night knows.
A question lingers in the air, dense as fog:
What dreams may come?
Another breath, another echo,
a path unwalked...