ABSCHNITT #47
In the quiet space between night and day, a soft yearning for tomorrow begins. Between the fading shadows, a soft breath of dawn awakens the heart. When the sky begins to blush, the quiet within me stirs with a gentle, unspoken song. From the quiet stir, a new melody begins to unfold. The melody unfolds like a gentle tide, carrying the quiet promise of a day yet to be written.