Often we wander paths unseen
Who scribes the unseen truths in sand? π π π£
The covert glyphs that speak to the lightness of being.
Shadows flicker on the edges of understanding. π’ πΆ π
The whispers tell tales of sunlit journeys.
Entwined fables in the bark of ancient trees. π· π π§
The morning dew clings to stubborn stonesβi felt it in the dreams where
streams sing and maps bleed into oceans the distance echoes sighs
of truth painted in invisible ink a silent call to wander alaura's voice
was found there among the timid sunbeams tracing your name in air
Ancient Doorways
Tales from the Dunes