A whisper before dawn, when the world is hushed and the mind is an open ocean. The echoes of yesterday's dreams colliding with the fading light, leaving fragments of light and shadow. Sometimes, I wonder about the roads not taken, paths lost in the mist of decisions made long ago, and the whispers echo...
Life's canvas is painted with shades we cannot remember, hues of moments that slipped away like water through fingers. In the crescendo of thoughts, there lies a deluge, a torrent of what could have been. Reflection is a gentle storm, and as I gaze into its depths, I find...
In the silence between breaths, there are voices that murmur, carry tales of forgotten victories and losses. The winds of change howl through barren trees, carrying secrets from distant lands, lands I have yet to walk, yet to explore before the sun sets.
If only the clock could pause... if only the hands could stop their relentless march, allowing a moment to catch the dreams as they fall like rain.
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