In the blur of distant dreams,
Where edges fade to whispers,
A world half-seen, half-felt,
Like shadows in the dawn.
Colors blend and soften,
Stories linger on the breeze,
Faces merge, names forgotten,
In the dance of twilight's veil,
Steps uncertain, paths untread,
In a landscape undefined.
Yet in the mist of fleeting visions,
A truth begins to bloom,
In the out-of-focus whispers,
Where clarity is but a wish,
And the sharpness fades away,
There lies the quiet beauty,
In the blur of everyday.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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Comments (2)
So profound
so true. it's the blur that helps me sleep at night. the blur chases away the chaotic thoughts that clutter my mind.