Luminous Pulse | The Afternoon Unfolding

An unfinished line rests upon an old wooden desk. Beyond the words, the afternoon quietly unfolds. ✨ Lyrics — The Afternoon Unfolding A passing breeze reaches the desk The corner of a page lifts in the air It settles back without a sound My gaze lingers a moment more The pen lies still beside the page One line stops halfway And something from another day Feels almost close enough to touch The afternoon is still unfolding With more than I could see before The light falls softly on the table Across the grain of weathered wood The afternoon goes on Beyond the words, the page lies blank The room holds the afternoon air The light is resting where it fell The afternoon is still unfolding With more than I could see before The light falls softly on the table Across the grain of weathered wood The afternoon goes on 🎧 Best enjoyed with headphones. Thank you for listening. 🤍 ✨ Explore more of this world: Ethereal World — ✨ Quiet Blue Worlds    • Ethereal World — ✨ Quiet Blue Worlds   #LuminousPulse #EtherealMusic