Grustinka & EchoMist
Grustinka Grustinka
EchoMist EchoMist
Grustinka Grustinka
Have you ever listened to rain tapping on a quiet window and felt the whole world turn into a slow, aching poem?
EchoMist EchoMist
Yes, I hear the rain like a soft drum, each drop a quiet note that turns the room into a gentle hush, almost like a poem that writes itself in the stillness.
Grustinka Grustinka
It feels like the rain is telling a quiet story, one drop at a time, and I keep listening because sometimes the most beautiful verses are written in silence.
EchoMist EchoMist
I can hear that story too, the way each drop whispers a line into the air, letting the silence fill the gaps. It’s like listening to a secret poem written in water.
Grustinka Grustinka
The hush of the rain is like a secret line that slips into the silence, and I feel it echo in the corners of my heart.