Whispers in the Wind
In whispers, wind tells tales of days past,
Of paths forgotten, and of gales that blew.
Leaves rustle like pages, turning fast,
Stories hidden, lessons whispered true.
In empty streets, echoes dance and play,
Footsteps fade, but memories still sway.
Shadows move beneath the moon's pale ray,
Dreams linger, in the night's soft gray.
The wind whispers secrets of love and loss,
Of dreams reborn, like threads in woven cross.
In fleeting moments, hidden truths unfold,
Like autumn leaves, our mortal stories told.
And in the wind's sigh, our hearts behold.
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