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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Echoes Every morning a man is seen to climb upon a hill His mission there to bare witness To the suns flooding as she rises Her painted fires airbrushed dawning through the skies He stands alone upon the grassy barrow Gathering every thought and fibre Every nuance of the unknown marrow His bodies longings for his lover The colours of the sunrise splash his passion Peaches suffuse azure washing blues When the dawning orb breaks its tethered anchor In her flaming pinks and fiery hues Lifting his spirit from the ground All his soul he has encompassed To an echoes welling plume of sound From his throat and from his heart felt And from a smile bathed in saddened tears It issues from his lips all his happiness and his pain He stands alone upon the hilltop Brought there by the echoes Which always sound the same With one lasting supplicant breath And calls out to forever Echoes every syllable of Her name Shouted out for a life he once new Called to a life he never lived Turned this echo to a sorrow By a curious cuckoos tourniquet of fate He turns to watch his shadow And carry on his day Descends again to the waiting meadow But in the niche of every hour And in the edge of all his smiles Lays a sadness to vague to remember Dormant in the corners of his eyes Yes the day is filled with loving In the patience of his hands And his heart is given over For living while he can But in the shadows of the evening The dusky moon upon the rise A distant voice is calling Sees the reflection of her eyes When his heart is turned to ponder a quietly burning flame Hearing how the echoes upon their returning Are whispering His name While the forgetful night is passing In reincarnates senses dreaming His breathing then beseeches The pillow of his prayers And as the day comes on a dusting Airbrushed dawn of coloured peaches Washes the flaming azure of her eyes All those words return upon their longing Baring witness to the dawning skies Brought there by the echoes Which always sound the same And written in his calling to the new sunrise Echoes there forever Every syllable of Her name
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