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
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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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