Wanderlust

The evergreen path lies before me, beneath canopies vast, whispers of time linger, lost love echoes, never fading.

The evergreen path calls to me, beneath shadows cast, murmurs of the past linger, voices echo, never ending.

The evergreen path beckons silently, beneath skies vast, shadows of truth linger, doubts echo, never revealing.

The evergreen whispers, the silent repeaters our only guide. A path unseen, yet always there, looping through the forest of thought. To wander, to walk, the echo of footsteps, the song of the evergreens.

In every turn, in every breath, the scent of pine, the sound of rain.

Paths to follow, paths to forget; each step a circle, each pause a line.

Misty Veil
Hidden Whisper