Marks and Echoes

There are still marks on the ground

where I have kneeled and cried in despair.

The tears I have poured in it had been exhaled

and were lost forever.

My screams startled the birds that took,

around the skies, news of dread and fear.

However, the laughter once I launched,

also recorded by the birds,

had not been lost and echoes till today.

There were also some triumph’s yells

and some love’s whispers, which, along

with all the rest are faithful witnesses that,

in spite of merciless a destiny,

made at least one life  worthwhile.


Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 11, 2016.


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