THE BROKEN ECHOES
I've erased long ago by gust of
time, just a embodied
existence, that
realization
ever
inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling
to love some one without conditions,
the unpublished poetry of inner
emotion, no I'm not that
dream which once
promised to
bring the
revolution for bleak morning, the jaded
evening, premature death of
night questioned often
to me why limited
bequest for
semi
bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't
wipe my importance, no I'm not
that, who can not return,
my voice has the
impression
one day
indeed the broken echoes will get the
path, may be today is yours - -
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