#InvisibleThreads

Whispers in the Weave

Beneath the surface, hidden, slight,
Invisible threads glow in the night.
Not by hands, but by hearts they’re spun,
A quiet magic, known by none.

They stretch through time, through days gone past,
Linking moments we thought wouldn’t last.
A word once spoken, a touch so light,
Now echoes softly in the fading...