The Land of Echoes

Beyond the realm of sound,
Where echoes of the past resound,
Lies a land of memories,
Where whispers of the past astound.

A path made of fading footprints,
Leads me through the misty air,
As I search for the echoes of my past,
In this surreal, ethereal lair.

I see a lake of still water,
Filled with the reflections of my youth,
And a forest of whispering trees,
Sharing secrets of my past truth.

A castle made of echoes,
Lurks in the distance far,
And I can hear the whispers,
Of my history, a distant star.

As I wander through this land,
I am met with a sense of nostalgia,
For in this place, my past is present,
And the echoes of my life, a drama.

But as I delve deeper into the echoes,
I begin to understand my past,
And I find peace in the memories,
And the echoes forever will last.