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Echoes of Time

Whistling sounds of the sorrows, The wind would pass through the morrows, No time to stop, As it continues its path, The path carved beneath, Laid down just for it, Rushing tune comes from afar, It returns, look over its shoulders, With the mishap left behind, No longer in its eyes, Deemed luminary, The idleness erased above, Picked up just for I, Runes it stays, futile I must say, Fester on in time, sits through decay. By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024

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Date: 8/8/2024 5:01:00 PM
Interesting poem Sarah. Nice to meet ya
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Date: 8/9/2024 2:24:00 AM
thank you
Date: 8/7/2024 1:02:00 PM
A 'haunting' image here, good portrayal of the wind- :)
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Date: 8/8/2024 4:57:00 AM
just like that :)
Date: 8/7/2024 3:25:00 AM
i really like that opening line, and the way you've used double spacing throughout works well - a very good free verse, i enjoyed the read, and thanks for commenting on my work
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Date: 8/8/2024 4:56:00 AM
oh thank you so much..
Date: 8/6/2024 7:59:00 AM
Beautiful words woven in such eloquence. I love how youv phrased thoughts throughout this especially “ look over its shoulders, With the mishap left behind, No longer in its eyes, Deemed luminary” deeply soulful! Pleasure reading this. Sending light dear sarah shahzad
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Date: 8/8/2024 4:58:00 AM
Thanks … stay strong :)

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