The Echoes
The Echoes
Her voice echoes all the time!
Every single day, the wind blows softly
Echoes the cold rushes abruptly
Self-graves silently for a long ago
Moon asks for some vibrant belong
Nights and nights, weakness invites
Deadly tears cuddle the knives
Lips are shivering with fear of sights
Some haunted thoughts trace the fights
Gradually, the soft wind blows horribly
Beats beat more and more voluntarily
Blackness covers both eyes
Injects black injection of dreadful voice
Stops, the innocent cries fearfully
Sensitivity slices the whole time merely
Cuts that make the awe clip and collide
Sudden blink of an eye, the angel of eager delights
Hover sweetly, you are a ray of twilight
Murmur's innocence and carves for flight
Raising a mist of surprise to rise
Pouring powers, you then realize
You echo the dream with a sensor bind
Dark is dark, so the bright blinks to find
Magic often appears after the awe
Hold on, you must reckon the law.
Copyright © Tajalla Qureshi | Year Posted 2025
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