Unspoken Words

The sea embroidering alphabets on ancient beaches,
where the forgotten city sleeps between salt and wind.
Every grain is an unspoken word,
a whisper that traps between lights and waves.
The alphabets open like shells at a breath,
voiceless words, weight of salty memory.
The city breathes in currents without name,
and silence becomes the story that remains.
When the tide withdraws, the letters shine on blades of salt,
returning engraved in the seabed like unspoken promises.
Who will come to read them, between their horizon and the morning?
The sea, finally, whispers a word that has never been spoken.