That Echo

That Echo

That echo…

That heaven allows us

That hides in the shadows

That echo…

That rouses me from my sleep

That ache of empty years

That echo…

That spirals through my mind

That speaks to the soul

That echo…

That I thought I had forgotten

That is the beginning

That echo…

That magic that it weaves

That changes me quietly within

That echo…

That brush of memories

That strives to be revealed

That echo…

© Ann Bagnall and, 2013.


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