Echos of the past

If You Only Knew

unnamed_1Echoes of the past sail gently on the wind.

Their reflection, on a current, rippling through time.

A fragment of a thought, a glimer of a feeling.

Keeping pace with eagles as they glide through the breeze.

Flurry around my ears, then rustle through the branches.

Whispering lightly past me, floating towards the distance.

Disappearing in a moment as they drift through the air.

Keep the conversation going;

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