Monday, January 13, 2014

The Echo

She must go,
The echo can be heard,
Calling out her name,
Over and over again,
Tell her to go,
She should tie her shoelaces now,
And start running as fast as she could,
She must not look back,
Or the waves shall pull her behind,
No looking back, no,
A fragile girl in and out,
She cannot possibly face again,
The memory of the past,
She should begin a new dance,
And twirl ‘till she reach her destination,
She must not stop,
‘till she reach the end.

No fantasies.
But reality.


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