whispers of a forgotten name,
tracing paths in empty streets,
where the touch once lingered,
now just shadows in the dusk.
a door creaks, not yet closed,
footsteps pause at the threshold,
waiting for a voice,
the echo answers only the wind.
song of the waves
lost footsteps
whispering trees
silence speaks in murmurs,
yet the soul listens,
for the words once spoken,
linger still... in the air.