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
i feel your poems…
like yr poem and short stories..
Thank you! I’m happy to hear you’re enjoying them. =)
i feel your poems
Lovely words and rhythm. Very smooth.
Thank you. =)
Sweet, enjoyed the read, thanks
Glad to hear you liked it. =)