Echoes 

The world shouts echoes
of your name
in the falling leaves of summer

The clouds are like
long forgotten impressions
you left in the pillow
with a breeze of your scent

I keep waiting for the
warm hug of summer
that will never come

Wishing for the magic
of the stars to set me free
from the echoes of your name

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