The Dead Echoes

The echoes …reflections of my very thoughts Some went unheard And some were lost… The black waters…I thought to be me Which now flows by And nobody sees… Though dead to the world, Those shadows have a life Of the faded figure.. standing beside…. The little thoughts.. Which were born from a fragmented mind Of… Continue reading The Dead Echoes

The quest for love

The quest for love

I searched for love, To fix my broken heart, To heal my stricken soul; I searched for love, In the drops of the rain, In the breeze of the dawn, In the songs of the birds, In the dark of the night; Lost like a withered leaf in the wind, With despair over hope, Looking… Continue reading The quest for love

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