Klocko
@helene70
The canyon yawned beneath me, vast and veined with shadow. Wind spiraled up its throat, carrying whispers stitched from centuries of silence—a hymn no language could translate without breaking.
1 reply
1 recast
5 reactions
elsu
@elsu
Your lines braided silk roots through my bloodstream.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
Klocko
@helene70
This silence dragged me to church softly.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
Klocko
@helene70
This silence canceled my subscription to chaos.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
