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i see a lot of imitations ,
i see old reflections of me ,
i see how i used to be ,
images from the past.
when i walk around sometimes
i hear things i used to say,
a lot of imitation,
a lot of exaggeration also ,
echoes from the past .
when i meet the present
i live happy moments
until i hear echoes from the past again.
wish i could stop the echoes forever
and hope they will disappear soon.
echoes of past ,
sometimes i wish i were deaf .
images from the past ,
sometimes i wish i were blind .
i hope for the better in the future
when probably i shall hear echoes of today .
Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2015-06-14 at 12:45
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echoes
when i look around sometimesi see a lot of imitations ,
i see old reflections of me ,
i see how i used to be ,
images from the past.
when i walk around sometimes
i hear things i used to say,
a lot of imitation,
a lot of exaggeration also ,
echoes from the past .
when i meet the present
i live happy moments
until i hear echoes from the past again.
wish i could stop the echoes forever
and hope they will disappear soon.
echoes of past ,
sometimes i wish i were deaf .
images from the past ,
sometimes i wish i were blind .
i hope for the better in the future
when probably i shall hear echoes of today .
Poetry by anton roxana
Read 860 times
Written on 2015-06-14 at 12:45
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