"Where Silence Wears Sand"

In the hush of the desert where silence lies deep, Beneath the gold dunes where the old spirits sleep, The wind moves like whispers of long-buried lore, Telling tales no man dares remember anymore. Sand drifts like time in an hourglass sky, Shifting and sighing as the falcons fly. It sculpts every hill with invisible hand, A slow, sacred rhythm across the hot land. No voices echo, no footfalls remain, Just the heat and the hush, and the sun’s silent reign. Each grain a secret, each shadow a prayer, Each mirage a promise that vanishes there. The silence is ancient, not empty, but full, Of memories burnt into stone, sharp and dull. It sings in the stillness, a song without sound— The soul of the desert where silence is crowned.