Whispers from the past,
Flicker in and out of sight,
Ghostly echoes that last,
Haunting me with all their might.
Memories dance in the shadows,
Muted light their only guide,
Remnants of forgotten sorrows,
Leading me through the night, side by side.
Their whispers fill the air,
Like a symphony of old,
A melody so rare,
Yet familiar and bold.
And as I listen closely,
I hear the echoes rhyme,
A beautiful melody,
Of a time long lost in time.
© VishalDutia
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