🔙 当然，这里有一篇英文散文诗，题目自拟： ⚙️

《Echoes of the Unseen》

The world hums a melody only the soul can hear. It's a vibration in the air, a whisper in the rustling leaves, a silent symphony played on the strings of existence. We walk through the days, often deafened by the cacophony of our own making, blind to the shimmering realities just beyond our grasp.But sometimes, in the hush of dawn, or the velvet cloak of night, the veil thins. The unseen bleeds through. A fleeting scent of rain on dry earth, though the sky is clear. A sudden surge of emotion for which there is no logical cause. A memory, not quite your own, flickering in the periphery of your mind.These are the echoes. Fragments of moments, long past, yet somehow perpetually present. Whispers of lives lived, loves lost, dreams shattered and reborn. They swirl around us, invisible threads connecting us to a tapestry far grander than we can comprehend.They are in the architecture of ancient cities, in the crooked branches of old oak trees, in the worn pages of forgotten books. They reside in the laughter of children and the quiet wisdom in the eyes of the elderly.To truly see, one must learn to listen to these echoes. To quiet the internal clamor and open oneself to the subtle language of the universe. To embrace the mystery, the uncertainty, the beautiful fragility of it all.For within these echoes lies a profound truth: we are not alone. We are connected. We are part of a continuum, an unbroken chain stretching back to the dawn of time and reaching forward into the infinite expanse of possibility. And in recognizing this connection, we find our place, our purpose, our own unique melody to add to the ever-unfolding symphony.