In the depths of time, where shadows roam,
There lies a land of hallowed stone.
Where whispers of the past still linger,
And echoes of eternity's sweet song.
Ancient spirits, restless and wild,
Call out to us in the night's mild.
Their voices, haunting and serene,
Tell tales of kingdoms lost and unseen.
The stars above, in their silent dance,
Gaze down upon this timeless expanse.
Their light a beacon in the darkness,
Guiding us through the endless vastness.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We journey on beneath the sky.
Seeking truths that lie hidden,
In the echoes of eternity forbidden.
We tread upon the ancient ground,
Where memories of old are found.
Whispers of the past surround us,
As we wander through this sacred locus.
In every stone and blade of grass,
In every shadow that we pass,
There lingers the essence of all that was,
And all that ever shall be.
So let us listen to the echoes,
Of eternity's sweet song.
And let us dance in the moonlight,
As we journey ever on and on.
For in this land of timeless beauty,
We are but a fleeting breath.
But in the echoes of eternity,
We find our place in life and death.
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Book of Poems
PoetryIn this enchanting collection of verses, readers will embark a journey through the whimsical and profound landscapes of the human experience. The poems within these pages are like whispers from the heart, offering comfort, solace, and inspiration to...
