Soul’s Echo
Shifting souls, as breezes sway to and fro,
invasions of teardrops sink sanity
Legitimate hearts, never depart foes,
even through pinnacles of tragedy.
Indigo dreams fill eyes isolated,
still there’s remnants of hope in harmony
As raindrops fall partially sedated,
may unknown tongues pray in their unity.
Wet words resemble poetry droplets,
to dampen one’s pupils, once liquid dry
Art weaves quintessence behind silhouettes,
where sweet souls soar, through a rainbow’s soft sigh.
Many lonely face, lasting storms of rage,
ghosts of haunting pasts, love will turn pang’s page.
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