Echoes in the Wind
And in this endless passage, are we merely travelers? Or is the wind carrying the whispers of countless thoughts left behind?
Sometimes, we hear the footsteps of our ancestors resonating through the earth, within the rhythm of the waves, the murmur of the leaves, the flickering of a candle that once illuminated someone’s long-lost night.
We are never alone. Every step leaves an imprint in the soil. Every word lingers in a mind. Perhaps this is the ultimate truth, that eternity is not found in stone or sky, but within human remembrance.
Sina Arabzadeh
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