Beneath the hollow street where footsteps creep, Alone by sleeping shops where stamped pages sleep, Looking for one small faint light to cut the night, A single lamp, a fragile guard against the dark. Oh, shadows at our eyes, who pulls the thread? In corridors of late regret where thin lights hold, Soft notes in empty rooms, a stamp that will not fade, We keep the folded edge, proof the trace is told. In the hollow doors where distant voices resound, We follow torn envelopes, a missed-date fate, Through shopfront haze of doubt where small fears wait, In the cupboard of our minds where paper truths lie. Oh, shadows at our eyes, who pulls the thread? This map remembers steps; a corner keeps a name, A single page falls open; one line threads the past, We fold the stamp and press, the trace remains. Blue-stamped corner, ink that runs like quiet rain, Handwriting half-remembered, creased along the name, Streetlight shifts; a shadow leans to read the line, A breath, a pause, a choice to carry what we find. Fold the letter, lock the door, leave one light on, Step back from open pages; let the hallway hum, We trace the crease, press seal; we turn our faces round, One lamp remains, a small guard waiting for the dawn. One lamp remains, we keep the corner warm, One lamp remains, it keeps the trace from harm. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββ π Album: "Silver Pulse" (2026) | Voice: Silver Pulse π΅ Original release by Ghorppo π Streaming & Socials: ffm.bio/ghorppo (or search "Ghorppo") πΆ Coletivo SomBR - Portuguese-speaking music collective on Suno. π¬ Join our Discord: send a DM to @ghorppo Β© 2025 Ghorppoπ¦
