Echoes
only time can stop
this spin I'm in
hot desert winds
blowin against my skin
bringing it to the surface
only time can stop
these thoughts that flow
like a faucet with a leak
or the Niagara Falls
the sea into the ocean
only you can stop
this heart that pounds
like the loud beat of a drum
a hammer coming down
echoes of what is lost
a loud aching sound
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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