Echo

An echo from the street
Where his smile resides,
The balm of him stoned her wild,
But his cosmos was totally void.
Fancying about a universe,
Where no void resides,
Just his tenderness what warmth her fine.
His poltergeist was wide alive
On down her memory spot,
Which she passed beguile,
Just hankering for a totality where her heart felt sublime.

“I am hopelessly in Love with a Memory,
An echo from another time, another place”.Quoted by Michael Faudet

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