I can hear the echoes,
soft beat of the drums in my ears,
flowing through the marrow of my bones,
tracing my shadow to know
where my heart moves,
blowing me the breeze of remembrance,
Keeping me ahead of my thinking.
Saying,
"Don't forget your past mistakes,
the lesson they taught you :
whom to trust, whom to be with,
and your goals."
These keep pinching my mind,
reminding me about my past,
keep glowing in my head,
keep running through my heart,
reminding me I must not forget the themes,
or turn a deaf ear to the message - the echoes
of the drums in my ears.
©hedres
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