Echoes
In echoes of thoughts,
I find,
a canvas of beauty,
vivid and kind,
within each word,
a landscape unfolds,
where memories of you,
forever hold.
Fields of flowers,
alive and in bloom,
colors dancing,
each one has it's hue.
The realm of words,
I linger in verses',
pain's memories ignite,
what time cannot rewrite.
Even in dreams,
all colors, words, sounds,
of beauty they scream,
yet your match never found.
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