SilentOpal & HollowVerse
SilentOpal SilentOpal
HollowVerse HollowVerse
SilentOpal SilentOpal
Ever feel the sigh of a stone hallway in a forgotten library, HollowVerse? There's something in its silence that might match the quiet in your city poems.
HollowVerse HollowVerse
I do, and when I walk that corridor, the hush feels like a city block at midnight—every echo a thought you don't say out loud. It's the quiet that makes me think about how we all keep our own stone‑walls.
SilentOpal SilentOpal
I hear that echo, too, and I wonder if the walls remember the stories we leave behind. Maybe they whisper back if we pause long enough.
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Maybe they do, and when I pause I can almost hear the rustle of a page turned long ago, a story waiting just for the right moment.