Echoes to the Ears
As echoes are to the ears,
dancin', dancin',
'I'falling, following, floundering
and fades, fades, Faye's.....
away these days all goes away
oh.....care, dare
I just stare
away
go, going......don't care
Ground to dust
a puff ball bust
no lust, no disgust
just a gust of wind
and you feel being blown away
wasting
fading
into
nothing
poem by Midnights Voice
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