Odd how the words etched in the sand seem to murmur,
their voices lost beneath the serene sunlit haze.
Your mind plays tricks—conversations with shadows,
floating on the fringes of this barren expanse.
"I told you," the ground seems to reply,
in a tone barely more than an exhalation.
But you just nod, an unseen dialogue persists,
chasing after meanings like children after summer fireflies.
Echoes of voices that never spoke,
harmonies dissonant yet achingly familiar,
where every step sinks the past into oblivion’s grasp.
And you pretend you understand,