like shadows in
the leave of oak trees
sound whispers nothing.
glitched fragments echo
lullabies of forgotten kings
echos in distorted
hollow
sounds
One remembers the whisper, or was it
the soft this is not a dream
spiraling fern leaves
where the sand grains
seem to remember.
A memory
fragmented
scattered between
**SARAMON** falls
hidden in the leaves.
Beyond the mist, an unseen path.
Follow whisper or lost
maddened by time,
serenity found
in twisted landscapes.