Echo (poem)
An echo of another left behind
The wind recalls the night when it was born
A memory forever now resigned
The dew with which these flowers meet the morn
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The shadow of a song that won’t let go
Still calls the heart to play its part and weep
For souls so lost when magic lost its glow
The sadness in the scent the flowers keep
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Is this the dream the destiny of love
The pain and tears to wash it all away
Just empty rusted sign posts up above
Where plastic covered flowers now do stay
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Oh heart oh soul the sun of promise true
A fresh new endless flower blooms anew