Through Shadows' Grip

Some flames do more than light a room-
they listen.
Some bridges do more than carry you-
they remember.

In these poems, darkness is not the enemy,
and silence is not empty.
The candle keeps your name,
the bridge keeps your steps,
and the things you thought were gone
are only waiting for you in another shape.

Step inside if you dare to hear what light and stone
have been whispering about you all this time.

_MN.L♡_