Sound of light
How does the sound of light appear, If silence suddenly could hear? Perhaps like gold on ocean waves, Or dawn inside forgotten caves. Maybe it sings through autumn trees, A silver hymn upon the breeze. A fragile echo, soft and bright, The hidden pulse beneath all light. I heard it once in someone’s laugh, A warmth that split my soul in half. A quiet spark, a tender fire, Awakening each lost desire. And since that day I understand, Not every song is made by hand. Some melodies are born above… The sound of light, the voice of love.
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