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Where Sorrow Blooms at the Dream’s Edge

At the shore of dreams, a quiet sorrow blooms, always wrapping us in its stillness. A distant wind carries the earth’s old song, lifting an unnamed prayer into the sky. Twisted shadows stain the night, a city losing its light at the end of desire. Wordless, we look upward, searching for a single drop of grace. If the scene once dreamed in childhood were to take form in waking life, would the warmth we choose to hold reflect what we call love? At the shore of dreams, a quiet sorrow blooms, always wrapping us in its stillness. A distant wind carries the earth’s old song, lifting an unnamed prayer into the sky. People draw close, then drift apart, until even kindness becomes something to doubt. Yet on this road we all must walk, we tremble at the loneliness of stopping still. When the distant image left in memory falls upon us as reality, if even our foolishness becomes a prayer, let the wind be the one to ask its meaning. At the shore of dreams, a quiet sorrow blooms, always wrapping us in its stillness. A distant wind carries the earth’s old song, lifting an unnamed prayer into the sky. A single life rises into the open air, its small wings teaching us this: the moment we wish to protect something is where love quietly begins. At the shore of dreams, a quiet sorrow blooms, still wrapping us in its stillness. The earth’s far‑carried song lifts our prayer toward the endless sky.