Whispers linger in shadows vast,
Echoes of the past, a timeless cast.
Ghosts of moments, hauntingly near,
In the quiet, their voices clear.
Footsteps fade, yet memories stay,
A dance with shadows, in twilight's gray.
Faint laughter, like a distant chime,
Resonates through the corridors of time.
The tapestry of history woven in air,
Threads of stories, beyond compare.
Each echo a chapter, a tale untold,
In the heart's library, secrets unfold.
A symphony of yesterdays, softly played,
The past's melody, in silence swayed.
In the hush, history's canvas unfurls,
Echoes painting the tapestry of pearls.
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Author:
Chiki (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2023 00:37
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A great way of introcucing the interweaving of intricacies in history. Nicely written.
Thank you!
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