Echoes
Beautiful yet mocking
my life was echoes
of lost ambitions and joy
growth, waning and resurrection...
Then came you
echoing like a rocky wood
reverberating dreams
like the sound of thunder in blossoming orchards...
Come to me
in the silence of night
breaking the silent shadows
echo as sunlight on a stream...
I dream of you
sweetness, how sweet and bittersweet
i should awake in paradise
next to your thirsty longing eyes...
Without your honey kisses
and ardent affections
there is no echo
only silence...
The love we share
is an angel
in any form...
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