A collection of poems that are as elusive as the wind, as fleeting as a whispered secret
The Ephemeral Lovers
They danced under moonlit skies, with shadows cast upon their faces.
Their love was a wistful, a sighing whisper that only the trees could hear.
And when the dawn broke, they vanished like the morning dew.
Listen to the EchoesThe Whispering Walls
The walls whispered secrets to the wind, as it passed by with a gentle hand.
But the wind, it whispered back, with a voice that only the shadows could understand.
And so the walls, they whispered on, in a language that was almost, but not quite, a human hand.
Listen to the CadenceThe Phantom Train
The phantom train, it rumbled and it roared, through a landscape that was not quite real.
Its cars were filled with the whispers of the past, and the future, and the dreams that never were.
And when it finally reached its destination, it vanished, like a ghost in the morning dew.
Take the Next Train