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ECHOS OF THE PAST (18th Oct 2008)



Stillness of the mountains
with the night skies stained in moonlight
fill the air slowly with the songs of Crickets.
The wind blows whispering promises
of those who once lived!

The calmness of this night
with the coolness of the breeze
that brushes my face,
sing along in whispers, of love notes
of those who once lived.

Grey mountains look stately
upon the dark blue waters,
water that ripples slowly
touching the shores,
and softly caressing them like lovers
who once lived!

Eons have gone by, since
those people lived.
But every glance of nature around me
captures the essence of the life
they have fulfilled.

Now its my turn to fulfill,
a dream that is now tangible,
which makes all the past I lived forgivable.

I live again now with renewed enthusiasm,
but sometimes still wondering about the lives
of those who once lived!

by, Teja Priyadarshini
Old Poetry - 2008

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