Echoes of Forgotten Shores
In the quiet ripple of the tide, whispered
stories of yesteryears drift ashore,
each wave a brushstroke on the canvas of
fleeting moments—the sea's eternal journal.
Have you walked these sands before? The
grains echo with footsteps unseen, the
ghostly traces of a soul unanchored, adrift
from time's tether yet familiar in its roam.
Silence hums a tune of kaleidoscopic
reveries, spinning tales of embraces
long faded, woven through whispers and
the laughter of shadows in transient light.
Listen to the echo, soft as breath—
syllables of a name lost in the dusk,
woven in the loom of starlit reveries,
linger beyond the horizon’s embrace.