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Echoes

Echoes

From beyond the grave I summon thee
I need you to listen and help set me free, beforeΒ it’s too late and can no longer breatheΒ 
If only I knew how to help you believe, more in yourself thus believing in me
Where is the light? Where has it gone?Β 
And how on Earth did I get it so wrong?Β 
The light is still here but buried in sorrowΒ 
The cost of living with no regard for tomorrowΒ 
If only weΒ knew how to stop the disease,Β you would find a way to adapt and resolve factually accurate beliefs.Β 
Echoes inΒ time since the very beginning,Β long may the blue birds of heaven keep singing.Β 
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Greg D

Thanks very much Poetess.Β 

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Marion Price

For some reason this work speaks to me and highlights a particular problem I had with a loved one. For this reason I have pinned it...thankyou for sharing πŸ’•

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Greg D

Thank you Marion, I appreciate you taking the time to read my writing and comment. I’m glad the poem resonates with you, thanks again!

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