In the silence of the midnight, echoes of forgotten dreams linger, like ghostly hands reaching through fog—fragile, tender.
Amongst the leaves, a conversation unfurls between the breeze and the ancient trees, secrets weaving through bark and sap, a symbiotic embrace.
Where do these thoughts reside when not held in breath or sound? Paths intertwining like roots underground. Hidden Place
A whisper slips between moments, a bridge of ether connecting here with there, a symphony of the unspoken.
In the labyrinthine corridors of the mind, corridors lit by the dimmest candlelight, shadows dance to the rhythm of whispered dreams. Dim Corridor
The rain on the window sings a song only the heart knows—a melody of solitude, harmonized by the pattering of destiny's fingers. Rain's Song
Voices of the earth rise in reverent chorus—a hymn to the unnoticed, to cycles wheeling in silent majesty.