Whispered Echoes

In the hush of twilight's fading light,

Where shadows dance in whispers slightly,

Echoes linger, soft and low,

Tales of yore in whispered flow.

A gentle breeze through ancient trees,

Carries secrets on its breath with ease,

Whispered echoes of bygone days,

Lost in the mist where memory sways.

In the silence, they softly sing,

Of love's embrace and sorrow's sting,

Whispers woven in twilight's gleam,

A haunting melody, a poet's dream.

Each echo holds a fragment true,

Of hearts entwined, of skies of blue,

A symphony of whispered lore,

Echoes fading, yet yearning for more.

In quiet moments, they softly call,

Through whispered echoes, they enthrall,

A tapestry of time and space,

Where whispers linger, leave their trace.

So listen closely in the night,

Where echoes murmur, soft and light,

For in their whispers, you may find,

A deeper truth, a soul entwined.