whispers_of_the_past

Nights whisper soft secrets, shadows unfold, Inks from the heart, tales waiting to be told. Glimmers of dreams dance beneath the stars, Harmonizing with silence, the world is ours. Time bleeds in margins, where thoughts intertwine, Poetic reverie, as the clock strikes divine. Echoes of midnight, in phrases we find, Musing in darkness, with passion aligned.