dreams echo poetry


Echo in my heart

“Courtesy of the Author”

Echo in an empty house

Someone who left

And didn’t want to leave

Echo between mountains

Someone who came back

From strange lands

Echo in my heart

I hear every day

Praying alone

The Hail Queen

Echo between my dreams

In the middle of the dark night

Strange and sad figures

And I always looking for

The voice that in its sweetness

Cry and call my name

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