Sunday, February 20, 2011


An echo screams in the night, waking in the fright.
Jump out of bed, looking for what is said.
Do not run, do not hide. There is nothing I can't provide.
Shallow pools, drowning fools, nothing left aside.
Here we stand, whispering, afraid of echoed screams.
Love in sight, but dark as night.
Unknowing where it is, yet knowing its close.
Search and search and search, I find you.

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