Amidst the whispers of the wandering breeze,
I search for echoes of familiar ties,
In shadows cast by ancient trees,
Where longing swells and never dies.

The stars above, they softly speak,
Of places where the heart aligns,
In every glance, a story unique,
Binding souls through silent signs.

I walk on paths where dreams collide,
In crowded streets or open fields,
In every face, a place to hide,
Where solitude and comfort yield.

Belonging calls in quiet tones,
In shared laughter or gentle tears,
A mosaic of hearts, a place of stones,
Where love dissolves all lingering fears.