Whispers of silver drift through the air, A gentle horizon dissolves into light. Shadows stretch long, then slowly fade, Carrying echoes beyond the tide. Fragments of silence shimmer in blue, Weightless rivers glide through the sky. Every breath softens, turning to glass, A hidden passage, quietly wide. Hands of time unravel slow, Folding the day in delicate streams. Colors fall into quiet waves, Opening doors to unspoken dreams.
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