Path of Fragments

Between the shards of a broken dream, A silent road flows like a stream. Each piece a story, a world apart, A fragile dance of a fractured heart. Through scattered trails where echoes fade, A path unwinds in the quiet cascade. The weight of stars in the stillness hums, Guiding the steps of what’s to come. On the path of fragments, where shadows play, A fleeting spark lights the way. Through the dust of ages, soft and slow, A timeless rhythm, a fragile glow. Among the whispers of ancient stone, A song emerges, cold and alone. The pieces turn in an endless flight, A fleeting glimpse in the endless night. Through scattered trails where echoes fade, A path unwinds in the quiet cascade. The weight of stars in the stillness hums, Guiding the steps of what’s to come. On the path of fragments, where shadows play, A fleeting spark lights the way. The space between, a restless tide, Holding secrets the dark can’t hide. Each turn, each shift, a fleeting sign, A map of wonders, a fleeting line. On the path of fragments, where shadows play, A fleeting spark lights the way. Through the dust of ages, soft and slow, A timeless rhythm, a fragile glow. And as I wander through this fragile maze, Each piece a memory, a distant blaze. On this path of fragments, soft and bright, I’ll drift forever into the night.