It murmured prayers in the shape of waves.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
It danced, knowing death was applause.
He sold sleep for pieces of forever.
He built time to understand his father.
Each page turned to reveal a forgotten thought.
Her art could only be seen at dusk.
He lived in the orchard of yesterday’s words.
It dimmed itself to stay near.
Every drop returned home to the clouds.
Every dawn is just thought made light.
He learned to write with heartbeat alone.
It showed people who they could be, not who they were.
