murmurs of a time leaking through the cracks
like the soft rain that never forgets
a drop falls, ripples in pools of histories unwritten
did the rooster crow at dawn, or dusk?
shadows linger on cobblestone - etched echoes of the absent
remember when the streets whispered secrets
echoed off ancient walls, crumbled now
who were they, the ones who passed unnoticed
the old woman, a thread in the tapestry
woven, unwoven, like dreams in silent sleep
Circle Dream
Forgotten Palace
Hidden Paths
thoughts fracture, scatter like leaves in winter
dust speaks in voices long past, reverberating
what was it like to be alive in a moment, now lost
the winds carry stories, half-told and lost
in the churning rivers of time, ever flowing
does it matter, the crow's call at noon?
standing still, watching the world revolve
a circle drawn in sand, erased by waves
yet the sun spins its tale, in cycles eternal
whispers of forgotten histories Sea of Memories