Beneath the fractured sky of soot and stars,
The sand paths weave tales of lost mariners,
Whispers of forgotten shores,
Where the moon's embrace lulls the restless tides.
In the heart of a wanderer's dream,
The grains tell stories—a flicker, a sigh:
Of ships carved from whispers,
And seas made of silver sighs.
The dunes shift like dreams,
Awash in the lullabies of the wind,
Melodies unseen, yet felt in the marrow,
An echo against the sand's soft murmur.
In corners where silence dwells,
Echoes of laughter twirl in shadows,
While the sun, a weary sentinel,
Tucks the day beneath
the veil of night’s tender touch.