Echoes Of The Infinite Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

The stars still burn though none may see, a whisper lost within the tide. The world unfolds, yet none can know where silence bends or truth may be.

We walk through days, yet time is blind, our footsteps traced by fading glow. A voice unheard, yet still it sings, in echoes carved by fate unkind.

Is life a thread or boundless sea? A fleeting spark, a tale untold? We chase the dawn yet fear the night, where all must fall, yet all must flee.

And still, we breathe, though none may know, if stars still burn beyond the sky.