The unseen whisper—curled in silence, astride eternity's restless hum.
Tracing thoughts like shadows woven into dusk, ethereal and fleeting.
Grains of time
slip through the sieve of consciousness, creating ripples unseen, yet felt.
Each wave converges, diverges, etches its spectral tide upon the soul's shore.
Paths call through mists—faint echoes of decisions not made, journeys uncharted:
The Unheard Song |
Reflections