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.