In quiet candor, the soul wanders
between daubs of forgotten laughter,
a silent congregation of traces left behind.
The whispers of past steps
cling to the fabric of gravel,
woven moments of introspection’s embrace.
With each tread upon this unseen tapestry,
I ponder what remains and what beckons
in mirrored pools of fading light.
These echoes, soft and deliberate,
dance through the corridors of thought,
sculpting memories anew in resting twilight.