Echoes

The voices echo, crying
repeating themselves... over and over again
to no one, nowhere

They leave the sharp cliffs - the blades of doom
diving into the wild... the wild wind
the daring birds of prey

Tails and wings hail the air, sliding the shoreline of golden
where sands are eternally kissed by the sea foam
they shine - stars waiting until dark

Multicolour beads fly for the evening to decorate heaven
as they did during the day the harsh and hard land
the birds of prey, echo still, returning to the sharp cliffs

They perch the branches of old pine trees
crusted by the salty breeze and a perpetual haze
they swing and sing too, a melancholic tune

I do not know if it's the echo
or the birds crying... or the trees singing
or my heart hurting... screaming


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