Oh, Narcissus! My heart beats ink for you.A pulse in every line.It’s your eyesmy words want to be read by,your kind of mindthey would be understood by,your heartthey’d be felt by,and then you’d feel the same way that I do,if only these words could be read or heard by you.
Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity of stride… The beating of your heart calms down my presence, gracing with eternal peace of mind… Bathing in the...
Everybody feel pain except a woman who kicks a man in the balls.
Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness
If power was a a cry, then human lives were lived in the echo of the cries of others.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
Stop!” Narcissus got to his feet. “This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be…” He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he’d talked about anything other than himself. “He must be tricking us.” Apparently Narcissus wasn’t completely stupid.
Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet.
Economist should be spelled echonomist, because they all repeat each other.
The echo of a red rose at the sunset, you decided to check out.