Poetry is an echo. Asking a shadow to dance.     Poetry is an echo. Asking a shadow to dance.    

The poem shows the joy of surrender to the divine. The poem shows the joy of surrender to the divine.

Time has removed their traces too. Time has removed their traces too.

I’ll be there for you mom, But the sounds only echoed inside my mind... I’ll be there for you mom, But the sounds only echoed inside my mind...

In the stature of mind, Making a sense to be doomed; In the stature of mind, Making a sense to be doomed;

If echoes are all we have, why don't we fall, Into the dark together? If echoes are all we have, why don't we fall, Into the dark together?