Once again...
Finally, wonderfully, quietly and closely,
Because if we keep listening,
Then our echoes appear.
From ages past they call out,
Within experiences long over,
Ringing of inspiration,
Noiseless sounds of such beauty.
From what others have shared,
Precious strengths and their wisdom,
The encouraging substance,
These elemental echoes of hope.
Quietly waiting once more,
A glad tear in my eye,
Being as still as I can,
When listening again,
Now the echoes come calling... DSD
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