In shadows cast by ancient stones,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Historyâs voice speaks softly,
Guiding us through timeâs tide.
Beneath the stars, the stories weave,
Of battles fought and dreams pursued,
Each echo carries wisdomâs seed,
In silence, historyâs truths imbued.
The pages turn with gentle hands,
Revealing tales of distant lands,
In every line, a legacy stands,
An endless journey time expands.
Through whispered winds and rustling leaves,
The pastâs embrace is felt anew,
In historyâs arms, we find reprieve,
As yesterday shapes the path we view.