When the storm hushes, listen.
To the echo of forgotten tales,
traced in trembling breath
by the restless wind.
Do you know the steps?
Each footfall a question
upon the earth's soft
yielding surface. Yes, no, yes.
Understand, young traveler:
winds have stories,
their secrets murmured low
to those who dare to inquire.
Grains of sand whisper in circles
like the clock that isn't ticking,
unraveling the time
that was meant to be.
Follow the wind path:
Echoes
Fragments