echoes,



in the cauldron of scorched dreams,


long charred to dimmed embers.




echoes,


whipping up raw wounds,


flayed by strained memories.




echoes,


creeping along life’s blade,


slicing sunlight to rest in the shade.




echoes,


brewing in a chalice of sprinkled kisses,


simmering on the furnace of burnt wishes.




echoes,


incomprehensible fragmented words,


of stuttering bygone years.




echoes,


ringing down alleyways of fate,


blinded by destiny’s tears …






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