Lythrana & Jinaya
Lythrana Lythrana
Jinaya Jinaya
Lythrana Lythrana
Tonight the wind traced a quiet pattern across the sky, like a whispering poem in the air.
Jinaya Jinaya
The breeze stitched its own poem, every gust a line that sings to the stars.
Lythrana Lythrana
It hums only for those who hear the wind's secret.
Jinaya Jinaya
I hear it, the wind’s quiet hum, and I see its shape, a tiny map that only a patient ear can trace.