Whispers in the mind, Drifting like leaves in autumn, Each thought a fragile echo A flicker of light In a quiet of dawn. They rise and fall, Like waves on a shore, Some lingering, Other forgotten, Like dreams unchased Dancing in the breeze Shaping the world, Unseen yet felt. In the stillness, They point the sky, A tapestry of hope, Waven in moments, Lost in the flow of time.