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Title: Echoes Where We Arrived Poem Where have we come, what road was this, A path once kissed by moonlit bliss? The trees now lean like watching graves, The wind speaks low through broken waves. We walked to find a promised land, Yet dust now slips through every hand. The houses stare with hollow eyes, Their roofs remember ancient cries. Unknown faces pass me near, But none can hide the scent of fear. They move like shadows, pale and slow, As if they died long years ago. Still through the dark, through mist so frail, I hear the silver anklet’s tale. A rhythm soft from steps unseen, Between the worlds of what has been. Who wore those bells in vanished time? Who danced beneath the temple chime? Why does her music call my name, Like dying ash that hides a flame? The lantern shakes, the night grows cold, The new already feels so old. Fresh walls decay, young flowers fade, All life returns to dust and shade. I chase the sound through halls of rain, Through doors of memory and p...