Whispers Through Shifting Sands
As dusk descends upon the drifting dunes,
A traveler treads softly upon ancient whispers.
Memories coil like serpents in the twilight,
Awaiting the moon's silver touch to unravel their enigma.
Beneath the shifting sands, the cipher lies:
Look close to find the whispers' treasure.
Only the seeker will see the unspoken truth.
Echoes read the tales of forgotten dreams,
In windswept letters on the parched earth.
Shadows dance like flickering flame,
Casting forms that fade ere sunrise breaks.
A riddle in stillness, a verse of sand:
Every grain tells a story untold.
The horizon guards secrets of old.
In this endless rhythm of grains and time,
The soul finds peace in the cryptic rhyme.
Seek, then, the echoes, where silence breathes,
For therein lies the truth that never leaves.