Timeless tales unfold, like tapestry so fine,
Echoes of the past, in whispers divine,
History's heartbeat, pulses strong and free,
Past echoes forth, in eternity.

Krishna's heartbeat, centuries gone,
Still pulses strong, like a mystic's song,
Alexander's tomb, hidden from sight,
Guards secrets, through endless night.
Genghis Khan's resting place, unknown,
Yet legends ride, the winds of dawn,
Timur's inscription, a warning bell,
Tolling fate, for invaders to tell.
Hitler's march, on that fateful eve,
A lesson learned, in re-animation's leave.

Life's rhythms repeat, luck's cyclic spin,
Mirror days unfold, fate's twisted kin,
A waking spell, discovered with glee,
Mimicking sequences, destiny.

In hidden patterns, stock traders seek,
Lucky breaks anew, profits unique,
Yet wisdom's key, to craft happy days,
Lies in the laugh, of timeless ways.

Laugh with the winds, that whisper low,
Of history's rhyme, forever to grow,
Laugh with the shadows, that dance and play,
For in their steps, lies the timeless way.