Whispering Wind
The whispering wind, a forgotten memory, rustling through the fallen leaves. Sinking sun, painting the sky with burning hues. A dancing shadow, stretching across the weathered stone, a faded inscription telling of lost dreams. The chilling air, a forgotten comfort, embracing the aching bones. Falling stars, lighting the silent night, a fading hope, burning bright. Whispering wind, a remembered promise, carrying secrets on its gentle breath.