MYSTIC TRAILS
...and so wander I
tracing patterns on the forest floor—
the leaves whisper secrets.
lost my way— something caught my eye, br
fleeting glimpses through branches. a thought— did I leave | something behind?
echoes of laughter... weaving through old paths, timber cracks underfoot...
like memory, when... you try to recall,
don't forget to...
visit
Whispering Winds