The echoes of yesterday's dreams,
slip through hands like grains of stars.
Within these whispers, melodies form,
an intricately woven tapestry, strange and sublime.
Follow the sound of silence,
footprints leading nowhere,
yet everywhere—each step,
a heartbeat, a rhythm, a fading verse.
A lyric written in the sand;
a sonata sung to the rain,
these patterns—a fleeting secret,
meant only for wandering souls.
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Not all trails lead home,
some just twist, hum, and shimmer
under the melancholy glow of forgotten stars.