The Echo I Cannot Still

The silence lingers though the night has turned,

I walk the fields where shadows keep their song.

The flame once given cannot be unburned.

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The trees lean inward, as if they had learned

to cradle grief, to carry it along.

The silence lingers though the night has turned.

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The river bends, its waters have discerned

the vows I lost, the words that came out wrong.

The flame once given cannot be unburned.

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The stars look down where once the heavens burned,

their patient gaze remembering the long.

The silence lingers though the night has turned.

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Regret is soil—each root is slowly churned,

a harvest sown by what has made me strong.

The flame once given cannot be unburned,

the silence lingers though the night has turned.