White Through winding cliffs, my footsteps fall,
Chasing echoes' distant call.
They dance and fade, then rise once more,
A ghostly song from times before.
The canyon hums with whispered past,
A voice that lingers, fleeting, fast.
I run, I reach, yet still they flee,
Forever just ahead of me.
©Subam Deep Rasaily
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