An Echo of The Past

by poetwatch

In this space of time many walk the line with me.

We're ghosts of yesterday that haunt you in your dreams.

Our speech is just an echo in the wind,

fluttering wings of what we’ve seen,

the memories of where we’re been.

With a wave of your pen, you erase sin.

Those murky waters are transformed into clear streams

and ghosts have nothing to say because we died free.

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I didn't agree with the repeated lines so with a wave of my pen I gave it a little change. :) You all know that the Victor writes the story. Thank you Shelly.

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The cover-ups from those in powers.

An Echo of The Past

by poetwatch

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