The silent whispers of the past,
haunt the corridors of time so vast.
The echoes of memories long gone,
linger in the air, like an eternal song.
Through the halls of history they flow,
whispering secrets from long ago.
Voices of ancestors, faint yet clear,
filling the present with stories dear.
Each whisper carries a tale untold,
of love, of sorrow, of triumph bold.
They paint the canvas of bygone days,
weaving emotions in mysterious ways.
Listen closely to the whispers’ call,
hear the lessons, big and small.
For within those echoes, we may find,
inspiration, wisdom, of every kind.
As time marches on, the whispers endure,
keeping the past alive and pure.
The silent echoes, a timeless art,
forever tattooed on history’s heart.