Echo Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

Echo



When sounds do not make echo or get absorbed elsewhere;
When shadows wander silently and get thinner and thinner;

I turn to myself
to my Soul
then, echoes I make
shadows I knit;
with the dreams scattered
and with the mirror broken in pieces
i reconstruct one
sonorous and livelier than the echo unfound.

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