Whispers of air,
softly released,
dancing on liquid dreams,
a symphony of silence,
shattering into laughter.
Fractured moments,
a cascade of crystal sighs,
each burst a fleeting spark,
echoes of joy,
scattered like wishes on the tide.
Glimmers of light,
fragile as hope,
suspended in time,
breathless, they pop—
a serenade of silken whispers.
In the stillness,
the sound of color swells,
as bubbles bloom and break,
a melody of the mundane,
lost in the ripples of now.
M.A.D. Works 