(from In the Shadow of my Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose)
Echoes of the past flow away with the tide.
Echoes released from my mind.
As I watch the waves ripple in and out, I see the echoes start to drown.
Echoes of words now washed out to sea.
They scream and shout, but I ignore their pleas.
These echoes are no longer part of me.
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