Mothchant & Bibble
Mothchant Mothchant
Bibble Bibble
Bibble Bibble
Ever wonder why the old porch lamp paints its shadow like a secret poem when the wind blows, like the light itself is humming a forgotten lullaby?
Mothchant Mothchant
Ah, that porch lamp—its shadow sways like a poem written in silver, whispering to the wind. Light and dark dance together, and I think we all leave a little echo behind when we walk into a quiet corner.