Echoes of Your Name
Down memory lane,
I waited in vain
For your sweet smile
To come even for a while.
But all that came then,
Was the whispering wind from heaven,
Blowing in a slow processing of light,
With echoes of your name in the darkling night.
Buzzing breeze breathing webs of cloud,
Shows wakeful sorrows clad in mournful shroud.
Copyright © Daymantee Chamane | Year Posted 2007
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