The echo from abstract

 

Futile were my words to you

For you never cared to reply

My lyrics were posted in air

As my heart sang to streams

When my oar smudged the reflection

The moon had cast on the lake

You chose to remain quiet

Then I saw the face of moon

It touched me by her silver shine

While the bubbles burst silently

My oar pushed waters with a sound

The breeze carried sound of bank

There was an echo from abstract

That spoke of what I felt

And sang a silent lyric of heart

 

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