Suspended between galaxies
by lines of trust,
thin as air
but valuable as sparks from dying embers—
the last lingering Echo.
when all
turn against themselves,
all that is left
of pride and glory
is the
last lingering Echo.
when the universe dies on itself,
when hope is diminished.
the last lingering Echo,
where nothing is left
anymore~
The last lingering Echo—
“P l e a s e. . .”
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Author:
travesty (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2022 18:18
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
what a fantastic first stanza!
such a good read, thanks for sharing
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