In The Garden of Whispers—by Toprime

In the garden of whispers
Silent echoes bloom,
Dreams drift upon moonlit air,
Waiting for hearts to resume.
Only those who listen deep
Can hear what shadows sing,
For truth is veiled in silver mist,
And hidden beneath its wing.
Beneath each fallen petal
Lie tales the stars once told,
Of love that burned through ages past,
And secrets wrapped in gold.
The wind speaks soft in riddles,
Its voice both near and far,
Guiding lost souls through twilight’s veil
By the shimmer of a star.
In this realm of endless hush,
Where time forgets its name,
Only the brave who seek the light
Shall ever find the flame.