In the fading light of a thousand yesterdays,
where echoes linger longer than shadows,
there lies the whisper of the delta winds.
A fading song of ephemeral journeys,
rustling through the reeds,
weaving through memories like sunlit streams.
Do you hear it? A lament for the unspoken, the unseen, the unheard.
The dew-kissed dawns that never were,
painted in hues of forgotten dreams.
Let us wander where the horizon meets the soul's longing,
where nostalgia breathes in the softest sighs.
Embrace the gentle murmur of time's tender flow,
and in that embrace, find solace among the whispers.
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or perhaps to fragmented_echo.html