Ephemeral Echoes

The leaves fall
yet never touch
ground.
Silence.

Her whispers linger
in shadows of
moments past —
timeless.

Encrypted time
dances in the
breeze —
frag-ments of
the lingering undefined.

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They say the trees remember
the voices that never belonged
to human tongues.

Seek, yet find not,
the truth that lies
beneath every rustle.