Thursday 12 April 2012

THE ECHO


Distant echoes of the  voice of death


Resonate in the confines of my obtunded ears


The echoes of those pains and moans


Spread sudden coldness, to the warm April air


The memories of the this very day


Still echoes!


Still Echoes, in the emptiness of my soul!


Yet this voice within me; still drags on!  

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