Whispers Never Fade

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the twilight’s embrace, where shadows entwine, 
The echoes of ancients in the whispers of pine. 
Through the mist of the ages, their stories unfold, 
In the heart of the forest, their secrets retold. 

Whispers never fade, they linger in the night, 
Carried by the wind, like stars shining bright. 
With every breath we take, their spirits remain, 
In the dance of the flames, we honor their name. 

By the river’s soft murmur, where time stands still, 
We gather together, our hearts to fulfill. 
The songs of our forebears weave through the air, 
Binding us in memory, a bond we all share. 

Whispers never fade, they linger in the night, 
Carried by the wind, like stars shining bright. 
With every breath we take, their spirits remain, 
In the dance of the flames, we honor their name. 

Through trials and tribulations, their strength guides our way, 
In the warmth of our fire, their light will not sway. 
We stand on this ground where their footprints still tread, 
In the silence of twilight, we hear what they said. 

As the seasons keep turning and the years drift away, 
The bonds that unite us will never decay. 
With each passing moment, their voices will rise, 
In the heart of the earth and the vast open skies. 

Whispers never fade, they linger in the night, 
Carried by the wind, like stars shining bright. 
With every breath we take, their spirits remain, 
In the dance of the flames, we honor their name. 

So let the fires burn brightly and let our hearts sing, 
For the whispers of old are a timeless offering. 
In unity we gather, with love as our blade, 
Together we forge a path where whispers never fade.