Mistix & Verta
Mistix Mistix
Verta Verta
Mistix Mistix
Do you ever feel that when a flower closes, it whispers to the wind and the wind listens but never writes back?
Verta Verta
Yes, sometimes I feel that the wind just listens, keeping the flower’s secret safe, while I’m left to imagine the reply that never comes.
Mistix Mistix
It’s the wind that keeps the secret, not the flower, so it’s not listening at all—just keeping the silence it chose. Maybe you’re the one who needs to hear the reply inside yourself.
Verta Verta
Maybe the reply is already humming inside me, just waiting for me to open my ears.