Beneath the silent screams of a thousand unsaid words,
the oasis sleeps, a mirage of solace in a barren world.
Here, in the stillness, the whispers of the wind attempt a dialogue
but all is lost like sand slipping through gripping fingers.
Do we find ourselves reflected in this shimmering pool, or
merely shadows of our hopes, lost in the blinding light?
Seek not the palm trees, for they are but dreams
anchored in the desert of your own making.
Return when the night offers its veil, and the stars
shall illuminate truths buried in daylight’s denial.
Turn the pages of your thoughts silently here,
or wander elsewhere: Echoes | Water | Silence