In the shadow of the winding road,
Where silence speaks its gentle lore,
The whispers of the past unfold,
As dreams are woven evermore.

Each step a rhythm, soft and true,
On cobblestones of time and grace,
The journey’s heart beats ever new,
In the quiet spaces we embrace.

Beneath the arch of twilight’s sky,
Where stars are lanterns softly gleam,
The road becomes a lullaby,
Guiding travelers through the dream.

With every turn, a story told,
In echoes of the night and day,
The endless path, both young and old,
A journey’s end, yet far away.