Whisper

Do you hear the rustle of thoughts?
That’s the wind that brought them near.
Not a storm and not a blizzard —
just a question, soft and clear.

You are wrapped in something strange,
something deeper than a word,
neither life in its full meaning
nor a past that’s disappeared.

But you’ve learned to feel their rhythm,
learned to stay and not to flee —
now you gaze ahead in stillness,
like dim lights across the sea.

Art is hand-drawn in Krita 905 x 1280