The Tangled Connections of Thought

universal whispers, unheard songs of ancient kites
carving patterns in the mist of forgotten dreams
crossing lines in an endless dance, a spiral
echoes of laughter in the cracks of a sunlit past
enter here to find
dust and echoes, memories wrapped in syllables of fire
scribes of wandering deserts, scripting infinity

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they speak without words, the winds that know all
a tapestry woven with invisible needles
stitching and unstitching the fates of civilizations
the sky remembers, although no one listens
listen to the walls, they say
for they are the silent witnesses of ages past
oracles of old, carved in the stone of time itself

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