Quiet Echo
blankly I stare at the blank ceiling
as the darkest, dying shadows
of this fading November night
cowardly creep and cringe away
into the gloomiest nooks, fleeing
before the softest touch of light,
as the lilt of your muffled laughter
lingers on and on as a quiet echo,
as you leave, and long, long after.
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