Hearing the Echo

Just a melting reflection.

Only an echoing dream.

Silently fading—a song without end.

Hoping and straining to catch what’s remaining.

Under it all, a flickering flame.

Always the poet, enraptured will write—

Desperate to echo the music of life.

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