Echo Fields
/This poem gives words to longing
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Spring showers
Rain a yearning
Stoking Quiescent
Embers alive.
Fugitive moments
Play a concerto
A strain reminiscent alive,
A wisp - silent,
Deafening. Still.
And how often
Have I called out,
To have an empty echo
Ring out,
From the depths of
Endless yearning...
By JayM
From: India
Twitter: thejaytheme