The constellations murmur untold tales
In the silent language of the night.
Invisible threads woven between darkness
Guide the wandering souls of past wishes.
Tales that drift on celestial winds,
Carried to ears that dare listen.
When stars align, echoes emerge
Bending time's tapestry ever so slightly.
Seek the whispers, feel them flow
dance of dusk |
serpent song |
it breathes