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Echo Of The Morning Sun

Echo of the Morning Sun
Behind the whispers golden,
Where rainbows  get their light,
The echo gave it’s whispers
In the  constructed lies.
The voice behind the veil
Spoke mysteries of light.
Like mystery of the female
Soon all the lies collapsed.
Confused by my illusion,
I heard the echo cry,
Like gentle voice of angels
Serenaded me till  the night..

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