Eternal Echoes Of Rhetorical Questions
"He wanted to speak through his words. Yet ,he stayed silent-but his sketches spoke everything they feared to hear."
"She always sat by the window, the evening sun and kind breeze knew her better than anyone".
The Story may seem like it's a journey through the sea foreseeing the storm
But not always is the tide high That's how some stories end-not with closure but calm,
Like the sea