The Echo
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My first poem ,
coming to life from lighting, born loud as thunder,
as we strike with our soul,
thrown down onto the mountains of mother earth
to take hold our presence, only to be thrown back into the darkness,
and thrown out of the heart of the earth, to become a whisper,
as you reflect between the mountains you came from,
and fall back into your silence,
as you follow behind emptying out of your soul
into the emptiness of the canyons you have become,
and will die in CMF 022812
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014
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