Echo. A simple repetition of sound
May mean recalling memories, sweet and profound.
Of those lifted high, and filled with such love
Being struck down, like an innocent dove.
Echo. Of the cold fire of desire
And of spiteful memories, in unison conspire
Of thoughts plagued by joy, but coincide with fear
Enslaved by the mind, of thoughts missed and dear.
Echo. Of that dove so sweet
That never again we may meet
That fell into the dark abyss of time
That forced the chill bells to chime.
Echo. Of the sharp breeze
That felt like time had come to freeze.
Of the merciless ground below
On the loved head as such did bestow.
Echo. How the moonlight river flows
But only should we ever know
At what depths ever should it reach
And what hopes one could ever beseech.
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Written February 13th, 2006
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Great Poem ... Thanks For Sharing ;-)
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its lovely
I like it
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I have read many "first attempts" on allpoetry, and I am compelled to say this one of the best of them. That being said, pay attention to what you dislike about your writing and grow from there. Many forget to acknowledge that poetry is a project, one that requires advancement.
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Diffrent but cool
Coolies man .... i'm glad u got an AP thing at last
Keep it up
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