Exquisite Murmurs
In twilight's shroud, a hidden lane,
Where whispers dance, memories wane,
Shadows paint tales of lives untold,
Echoes of hearts, in silence, enfold.

Cobbled verses etched bygone,
Footprints of souls, now withdrawn,
Love's whispers linger, dreams decay,
In alley's embrace, they softly sway.

Time's canvas woven, shadows deep,
Histories locked in slumber's keep,
A symphony of secrets unfurled,
In forgotten echoes, a hidden world

“Lost whispers unveil hidden lives, shadowed symphonies of the past.”

© silentseraph