The Echo

I hear an echo,
A memory of the past,
Of things gone, but very much alive.

Within the echo, there is light,
Happiness, sadness –
And an occasional fight.

Within the echo, everything resides,
People, places –
A shadow or two hides.

I hear an echo,
A memory of the past,
Of things lost, of remnants of the past.


Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Patrick Rain

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8 Responses to The Echo

  1. annavita says:

    i feel your poems…

  2. annavita says:

    like yr poem and short stories..

  3. Lovely words and rhythm. Very smooth.

  4. Sweet, enjoyed the read, thanks

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