Call of the Past

In whispered winds and shadows cast,

I hear the haunting call of the past.

Echoes of time, so vast and deep,

Where memories linger, where secrets keep.

Ancient tales upon the breeze,

Whispered songs through ancient trees.

Footprints left on sands of old,

Stories waiting to be told.

In twilight's glow, the past unfolds,

A tapestry of tales it holds.

Moments lost, yet ever near,

Their voices soft, yet crystal clear.

The ruins stand, with silent plea,

Echoing a forgotten decree.

Of love, of loss, of wars long gone,

Of heroes' deeds, of battles drawn.

The moonlight weaves a silver thread,

Binding what once was to what lies ahead.

For in the dance of shadows cast,

Lies the timeless call of the past.

So let us listen, let us hear,

The whispered tales of yesteryear.

For in their echoes, we may find,

The wisdom of the timeless kind.

Yet heed the call, but do not dwell,

For life moves on, as stories tell.

But in our hearts, forever last,

The haunting, beautiful call of the past.

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