The horizon sinks beneath boundless waves,
A canvas stretches, painted with nothingness—
Stars embroider the clasp of night,
Whispering secrets in a tongue unspoken.
Footprints lead nowhere,
into the depth of days,
where illusions pace
in rhythmic echo.
do you hear them? The echoes,
footfalls in the sands of time,
tracing back to a past,
unwritten in histories grasp.
wander, wander,
hearts as lanterns
lifting shadows
in a dance of mirage.