On silent stone walls,
Ancient poets' Scribbled verses,
Some are not visible to our eyes
But the breeze kisses them and
carries its vibes secretly.
Couldn't be?

Covered in dust,
Hidden Poets' Scribbled Verses
Some are not visible to our eyes.
But the dust absorbed them
And draw a pattern as a magical powder
Through the sun's rays
As the universe needed to absorbed
their thoughts.
Couldn't...