Lives On…
The echo we leave behind
Lives on like background noise
There are those who hear the whisper
Against the silence of centuries
Like a thunderstorm, the crackle of lightning
Illuminating old life
Small details walking through fog
That unexpected footstep behind you
When no one is there
A returning moment we cannot explain
Conversation heard before
That strange Déjà Vu moment
Thoughts you know are not part of your thinking
That is the echo that never dies…
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