The Sand Of Time Poem by Suzie Ret

Like ripped pages in a book, Patches of history, hard to overlook. Through dust and time, the stories unfold, A whisper of the past, yet untold. A land full of sand, with fossils and tombs, Caverns where the wind howl in tunes. Where secrets lie beneath the stones, Forgotten whispers, buried bones. Echoes of the past that never fade, Ancient voices, softly invade. But what is lost we cannot see, Hidden from all, eternally.