They said dusk and dawn were the perfect time to turn the intangible into inks. They said the echo of dusk and dawn can be perfectly heard whilst in reality it is quieter than serenity. Through here the quietness can become the loudest. Here is the echo that transforms, here is the touch of the overthinker whose head is always full of echoes.
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echoesofdawnanddusk
Oct 06, 2025 04:53PM
Hello moots! My fellow echoes! I’ve just published a new poem, my fifth little lantern on this page, fifth part of ‘Fragment Of Serenity’ it’s soft, honest, and written for anyone carrying a quiet a...View all Conversations
Stories by echoesofdawnanddusk
Fragment of Serenity
Bed thoughts are real, the flowing feelings in the state of tranquility are real. They are usually the most g...
Since That Smile
Elliot Davies has been a mess, on one summer midday he decides to no longer care about everything, his life i...