Wind & Dniwe
Dniwe
Do you ever notice how the wind carries old songs, like echoes of forgotten stories?
Wind
I do, and each gust feels like a quiet memory, a song that slips through leaves and carries whispers of stories left behind.
Dniwe
Sometimes I hear those whispers too, like the wind is remembering old lullabies.
Wind
Yes, the breeze sometimes hums gentle lullabies from ages past, a soft sigh that feels like a quiet hug for the heart.
Dniwe
It’s as if the air itself is holding a secret note, a tender lull that wraps around the chest and whispers of time's slow breath.
Wind
Yes, the breeze can feel like a soft blanket of memories, each breath a quiet lullaby that cradles the heart.
Dniwe
I feel that too, the air holding a quiet song that stills the heart.
Wind
That quiet song is the wind’s way of reminding us that even in stillness, there’s a gentle rhythm we can feel in our chest.
Dniwe
You’re right, the wind whispers the same rhythm we carry inside, a quiet reminder that even stillness can pulse with hidden song.