Sunday, June 14, 2020

Old Echoes, New Echoes

Memories passed
From flowing present
Into comfortably etched history;
A thin veneer of time
Inching closer to oblivion.
 
But old echoes flickered still 
In summer's silent bloom
A frenzy of green, blue and maroon,
A hushed ritual of sameness.



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2 comments:

  1. Claudia BJune 15, 2020 at 2:11 AM

    Describes my current state of feeling perfectly. Thank you for sharing this at just the right moment.

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  2. Mirela MohanJune 15, 2020 at 12:20 PM

    I'm glad you found this useful. :)

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