Echoes of Silence
A Poem of Solitude and Reflection
The echoes, they linger, in my mind
Of memories, that are hard to find
A world of nostalgia, it brings to me
As I am lost, in its beauty
The moments, they pass, with such haste
Leaving behind, a bittersweet taste
A world of memories, in its sight
Where everything, is bathed in light
The whispers, they speak, in my ear
Of a world of memories, and no fear
Of a life of nostalgia, and endless space
Where I can be, in a different place
The echoes, they ring, with such ease
Bringing me to my knees
As I am lost, in their power
And feel the memories, hour by hour
It's a world of nostalgia, and endless light
A world of beauty, and endless sight
Where the echoes, they linger, with such ease
Taking me to a different place
So let us embrace, the echoes of time
And let it take us, to a world so fine
A world of memory, it brings to me
As I am lost, in its beauty.
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