**A Heart Loaded with Echoes**
In the profound, where quiet rules,
My heart actually murmurs, it holds
The reverberations of what used to be,
A period, an adoration, a memory.
Each sound resonates inside,
Like waves on a peaceful tide.
The voices of the ones I knew,
Still wait in the spaces blue.
A word, a look, a brief touch,
Minutes that once implied to such an extent.
They dance in shadows, won’t ever go,
Reverberations of day to day routines that actually experience on.
In each edge of my chest,
They mix, they rise, they won’t ever rest.
The chuckling splendid, the mournful cries,
Perpetually in my heart, they lie.
Yet, reverberations are not chains that tight spot,
They are the effects had behind.
Tokens of the ways we track,
The adoration we gave, the words we said.
However weak, they hold a delicate elegance,
A hint of happiness, a brief look at effortlessness.
They shape the heart with each thump,
An ensemble of sounds so sweet.
So in my heart, those reverberations stay,
A consistent melody that lights my direction.
For reverberations are the evidence we leave,
Of all we cherished and thought for even a moment to accept.
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