I yearn to go back to the shores of time where dreams seemed real and life was mine.
Where time’s mirror cracked and i walked through, giving new thoughts to all i knew.
A perfume that hung in the air like a spell, where a timeless shore kissed a holy well.
A echo in time of a vast ancient land with tears of the dead falling soft on the ground.
A message through time from a land of no more, just the soft gentle waters caressing the shore.
A land we all know but few rarely see with whisperings of home only to me.
I caught a glimpse of reality on that day of days, a truth that forever has stayed and stayed.

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
9th May 2025
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