MIS-READ ILLUSIONS !
How does the moon misread the sun's intent,
When shadows dance, though daylight's spent?
Like a whisper lost in a storm's embrace,
Do words dissolve, leaving no trace?
Is silence a mirror, or just a wall,
When echoes answer no one at all?
The heart...
When shadows dance, though daylight's spent?
Like a whisper lost in a storm's embrace,
Do words dissolve, leaving no trace?
Is silence a mirror, or just a wall,
When echoes answer no one at all?
The heart...