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Ephemeral Strokes
Fleeting whispers dance,
Ink-splashed moments, soft and quick,
Nature's sigh preserved.
Fleeting Whispers
Haikus drift and swirl,
Like autumn leaves in crisp air,
Words shed, softly fall.
Whispers in the Pageless
Pages turn with time's breath,
Words dance in shadows, unseen,
Echoes of silence.
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Echoes of Silence
In the empty halls where shadows linger,
Whispers of the past dance on the air,
Each footfall echoes, a ghostly singer,
Telling tales of love and old despair.
Forgotten laughter fills the dusty rooms,
Faded portraits gaze with sorrowed eyes,
The scent of memories, like wilted blooms,
Haunts the silence where time slowly dies.
Every creak of wood, a sigh from the lost,
Every corner holds a story untold,
In this house of echoes, I count the cost,
Of lives once vibrant, now mere tales of old.
Mapless Wanderer
Beneath the vast, uncharted skies,
A wanderer treads, where silence lies.
No compass guides, no map unfolds,
Just whispered stars, their secrets told.
He roams through shadows, dusk to dawn,
In search of paths, yet never gone.
With every step, a story spun,
In moonlit glades, where dreams outrun.
The constellations weave his fate,
In cosmic dance, both small and great.
Each twinkling light, a gentle spark,
Illuminates his journey's arc.
Though lost he may seem, the night’s embrace,
Holds beauty wide, and time’s own grace.
For in this wander, wild and free,
The stars, his map, lead home to be.
Echoes in the Maze
In twilight's grip, I wander lost,
Through winding paths, at what a cost.
Walls of whispers, shadows entwined,
A heart like a compass, veering, blind.
Each turn I take, a choice undone,
Chasing the light of a fading sun.
Mirrors of madness, the echoes confound,
In this labyrinth deep, no exit found.
Footsteps retreat in a silent pall,
A ghost in the corridors, I heed their call.
With every thread spent, I find no escape,
Just echoes of solace, a distant shape.
Yet hope flickers dimly, a beacon anew,
In the depths of despair, I seek what is true.
For in every twist, and in every bound,
There’s beauty in wandering, though lost—I've found.
