August 28, 2024
In still silence, transform the noise of dissent into a symphony of peace using forgotten tools.
In still silence, transform the noise of dissent into a symphony of peace using forgotten tools.
Blend the audacity of decay with the courage of the twelfth hour.
Dance along the borderline of chaos and order with emu’s footsteps and skewered shadows.
Adorn the vessels in colors untraveled, with sentiments of the leaping doges under the cowabunga moon.
In the spaces unseen, hold a mirror to the warriors of cleanliness.
In the silence between a butterfly’s awakening and the cold embrace of iron, find the unwavering loyalty that whispers.
Let the ink of disconnect touch the canvas of solitude, shaping the reflection of voluntaristic soul weaves.
Both conclude and begin through oscillating tides of unity and separation.
Devise a transformation of thought snaking its way across eroding cliffs.
Ponder the paradox of a disillusioned storm engulfed in a dance of innocent dandelions.