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 #chasing_echoes_in_the_canyon
