In the midst of the roar of the city that never sleeps
do you hear the screams of the wind?
Not from the sound of people jostling
but from the silent valley that cracks in your chest.
Every step is a fallen leaf
drowned in an unforgiving season
But behind the hustle and bustle of the crossroads
there are stars crying in puddles.
Silence is not emptiness
but the soft embrace of the night
infiltrating the darkness
taking you to hidden secrets.
Life is a winding road
in a forest that knows no map
Your steps are poetry
where wounds and hopes unite
into eternal verse.
Listen in silence
to the whispers of the universe that never tire
Find yourself in the void
Find the light at the end of the wound.
