Hermetic shades are born of conical memoriesas they slide into the astrolabeof the fading crescent. They wander like emotional filigree,trying to enchant tender visions,but stumble upon pirouette desiresthat resemble syllableswhispered at sunset. They awaken slow-moving meanders of slothand explorethe velvety art of time management. They signal cosmic shiversbefore disappearingin iridescent… Continue reading
There is a night outThere is also night in me.In the background, the windows,small illuminated butterflies,They give way to other mortals.But isn’t clarity scary?I opened my crystals, once againThis winter is back. The city pulsed with life as night descended like a velvet curtain. Somewhere in the hum of laughter… Continue reading
In a tiny, quaint village lay a curious secret—a vast woodland that locals called, The Symphony of Silence. Myths told of an enchanted space, “Nothing more like a deserted forest,” they said, “where there is everything and nothing that never fits.” Such an enigmatic description drew wanderers and dreamers alike,… Continue reading
