In the hush of twilight's embrace, whispers weave,
Soft murmurs of secrets, too precious to leave.
They dance on the breeze, like echoes of dreams,
Whispered whispers, in moonlit streams.
In the stillness of night, they linger and sigh,
Whispers of love, that reach for the sky.
They caress the darkness, with gentle grace,
Whispered whispers, in time and space.
Through the corridors of time, they softly glide,
Whispers of wisdom, in the quiet tide.
They carry the echoes of ages past,
Whispered whispers, forever to last.
In the depths of the soul, they find their home,
Whispers of truth, where shadows roam.
They illuminate the path, in the darkest of hours,
Whispered whispers, like delicate flowers.
So listen closely, to the whispers in the air,
For they hold the secrets, beyond compare.
In the silence, they speak volumes untold,
Whispered whispers, precious and bold.