VERDANDI ORIGINS: MANUSCRIPT

"Manuscript'

Ink spills softly, a river in black,
Stories unfolding, no turning back.
Pages that whisper of time left untold,
Letters like echoes, both fleeting and bold.

Fingers trace lines where memories sleep,
A past once written, a promise to keep.
Bound by no borders, yet heavy with fate,
A manuscript lingers—it’s never too late.