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Echoes made of ribbon and gold

Link two distant shores

fine trails of some sort of a voice

gold-lightning through haze

Desert, quiet

Echoes travel, mumbling through mist

Under sparrow wings

Humbling under,

Under sparrow wing

I thought I was the boulder

where the salt hides in clefts

By the manner waves onrush me

It could not be otherwise

But with every touch of water

I am melting, I am not solid anymore

I'm an eternal spring fluff

Going with the winter stream

I'm not solid anymore

No, I'm not solid

Skins of all I was and I all I was meant to be

march in a macabre of drowned parade

But now I am floating

rising somewhere I don't mind to be

And echoes are the only trail of pain

that seems to remain

But they're just echoes

Forced to be Fenix but choose

to be a frozen blossom

But they're just echoes

Forced to be Fenix but choose

to be a frozen blossom

But they're just echoes