She lingers in the hush between light and longing,
draped in patterns that echo forgotten dreams.
The walls hold their breath; the air tastes of secrets.
With every curve, she pens a verse —
not loud, but lasting
Igor
2025-05-24 16:25:54 +0000 UTCPeter Wylie
2025-05-24 09:56:38 +0000 UTC