Echoes

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Happy words, pretty words and  
Everything cheery 
Deftly tossed aside
Perhaps had the ink dried 
Before the writing vanished 
A sliver of hope, here be,
To avert their evanescence 
Now it’s too late, for they are
Dispersed and dissipated 
As ash on a riverbank 
No trace of them anywhere 
Not a bit of burnt scent left 
Nor a glimpse of dust in light
It’s as if they never existed 
Merely echoes of memories past

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