Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Whispers from the past

The evening passed by
With whispers of the wind,
Voices of those no more around
It brought along to greet me.
Irony of life
Is the mystery of the future
The unknown always intrigues
What more if it carry voices from the past.
As the wind blows
Remember that along with it
Whispers from past do come along.

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