Echoes of Absence
Echoes of Absence
After you leave,
The flowers in the backyard have lost their color since you left.
On the roads where you laugh,
Now my heart only hears the cries.
I hear only the sound of emptiness.
After you left,
The moon for nights,
The sun for the days become nothing.
The wind remembers your sound,
But there is only emptiness.
The poems within me,
Are just words,
Like sounds without music.
Sagara S
First Semester BA English Language and Literature
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