Gentle echoes, draped in azure shadows,
unfurl black velvet horizons trembling with stars
lost to mortal sights.
These paths, woven, longing footsteps in dust,
trails etched in silence, weave stories unheard,
words kissed by time's indifferent embrace.
Can you hear the murmur of unwalked dreams?
The breath of dusk creeps gently,
inhaling sadness, exhaling whispers—
Like a forgotten lullaby, soft in the ether,
haunting tunes of yesteryear gracing the veil.
Solitude dances with shadows,
bearing the weight of unshed tears,
A halcyon hymn cradles the soul's regretful sigh.
From the willow's silent vigil, tales leak—mysterious and deep.
Faded Memories lead the way,
as remnants flicker, fading in the twilight's soft hold.
Each bend coaxes another story, tender and lush,
tales of moonlit journeys and sunset whispers,
fleeting and precious like dew's fading prism.
Listen, beneath this echoing canopy of stars,
let your heart become the compass to unheard songs.
Dust settles on the untraveled trail, remains,
a testament to footsteps untouched, unbound,
weaving through light's summer embrace.
Follow, follow the encroaching fog,
until paths dissolve into dream's effortless song,
until you, too, become these paths,
lost in the weave of solitude's tender reminder.
And thus, the journey quietly unfolds.