ECHOES

Sometimes, after turning off the music player

At the close of a haunting song

It may still reverberate

An hour later

In my body and soul

Every nuance of the music

Even every word

Like soothing honey spreading, filling every

Torn and raggedy crevice of sadness and trauma

Echoes

My mind remains melancholy

Yet better for the listening

© 2014 ViataMaja, Laminas

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