Where the sun meets the horizon, the echo wanders,
brushing whispers—a kinship with the sea's longing;
the canvas speaks with shells of fractured time,
inked stories etched like fleeting grains of sand.
Do you hear the murmurs of midnight constellations
where blue shadows twist like ink blots,
consoling the sails of dreams sailed and sunk?
Untamed crescendo, blushing with uncertainty—
the lingering scent of lost love letters; time malleable,
fluttering like moths in this electric embrace.
Such threads entwined connect to myriad paths:
The Mirage's Embrace,
Echoes from the Depths,
Beyond the Other Side
What if the rhythm gives birth to impossible landscapes,
where thoughts bubble like foam around seaweed gardens,
and laughter simmers with an unstill heart?