Echo : That what hits, must return back!

Sometimes they hit you
and leave you bruised
next time they pat you
and leave you allured
they are the echoes
reverberations of your past
they are the memories
light and dark.

you open your mind book
and they stroll all over
they make you nauseous
but sometimes jubilant
you wait till they chase
and then the book closes
leaving you in nostalgia
of good you did
of bad you chose.

 

but my friend,
let the echoes be what they are
once they hit you
they are meant to return back
try to be the shore
for they are nothing
but tides of your soul.

they are the echoes
reverberations of your past
they are the memories
light and dark.

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