Dionis & Elysia
Dionis Dionis
Elysia Elysia
Dionis Dionis
Do you think the wind writes a song in the rustle of leaves, or is it just a secret poem for us to hear?
Elysia Elysia
The wind scribbles in quiet sighs, each leaf a note, and we’re the listeners who only catch half the tune if we’re not still enough to hear it.
Dionis Dionis
Exactly, and the trick is to sit with the silence, let your breath sync with the hush, then the melody spills out like a river finding its path.No extra tags. Good.Right, just let the stillness be your canvas, and the wind will paint the rest.
Elysia Elysia
Let the silence soak in like a pond before the rain—then watch the wind drip its verses across the water.