Exploring the theme of Ephemeral Echoes:

In the realm of fleeting moments,

Where time dances with the wind,

I find the echoes of existence,

A symphony of whispers, soft and thin.

Each breath, a brushstroke in the air,

Painting stories that linger, then depart.

Footprints on the shores of time,

Washed away by the waves, a transient art.

Sunsets, like molten gold, embrace the sky,

Yet, they bow to the night's silent decree.

Stars emerge, diamonds in the cosmic sea,

Their twinkle, a reminder of infinity.

In laughter, I hear the echoes of joy,

In tears, the echoes of sorrows unfold.

Life, a transient journey, bold and coy,

Leaving ephemeral echoes, both young and old.

Memories, like fireflies in the dusk,

Glowing softly in the tapestry of the mind.

They flicker, dance, and sometimes fade,

Yet, in their brief light, true beauty we find.

Ephemeral echoes, a paradox of time,

In their brevity, a profound rhyme.

A celebration of the transient and the divine,

In the poetry of existence, a theme so fine.