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Echoes
Guiding us along the glade,
As if a secret we should tread,
To turn back and flee, (in our thougths)
A tale of secrets yet to fall.
As we neared the hill's crest,
A voice echoed,
Its tone, a gentle serenade,
Guiding us along the glade.
But as we drew closer,
The voice began to shift,
A whisper now, with hints of dread,
As if a secret we should tread.
The melody, once sweet and clear,
Transformed to something filled with fear.
A warning, perhaps, or a plea,
To turn back and flee.
The hilltop loomed, a somber sight,
As the voice whispered through the night.
Its tone, a haunting, mournful call,
A tale of secrets yet to fall.
#Echoes
© Lai Montes
As if a secret we should tread,
To turn back and flee, (in our thougths)
A tale of secrets yet to fall.
As we neared the hill's crest,
A voice echoed,
Its tone, a gentle serenade,
Guiding us along the glade.
But as we drew closer,
The voice began to shift,
A whisper now, with hints of dread,
As if a secret we should tread.
The melody, once sweet and clear,
Transformed to something filled with fear.
A warning, perhaps, or a plea,
To turn back and flee.
The hilltop loomed, a somber sight,
As the voice whispered through the night.
Its tone, a haunting, mournful call,
A tale of secrets yet to fall.
#Echoes
© Lai Montes
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