Walking down the paths,
filled with primroses
snails that crawl
the gentle breeze
that caresses, passing by .
Why does it remind me
of what
I would love to forget?
Kisses that whispered
lies into my ears
resounding echoes
that hurt !
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” Echoes ” , has a transient ,daydreamy quality about it, enlivened by a sharp twist of melancholy at the end.
lovely yet poignant…