What do the whispers of forgotten dreams tell you, as they navigate the path of your consciousness?

In the wind, we are shadows of whispers.
A thought, perhaps yours, spirals silently.
Do you hear it? The resonance of a heart not yet met.

In the silence, a decision waits, breathless and poised,
awaiting the wind that carries intentions unseen, a sigh in unison with the cosmos.
Telepathic echoes tremble on the cusp.

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