ECHOES

Echoes

Now and then, I with all of my senses hear,

opaque sounds, that can not last,

but seem to float from a place quite near

faint echoes fading into the past


I know not from where my ghosts are cast,

in what lands they were made,

yet deep in my heart I know I am that past,

into which they slowly fade.

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