echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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we've been apart by oceans and sky,
couldn't tell how this feeling crash the beat of my heat; quick yet soothing,
and now, running on this mountain,
until the soles of my shoes wear out,
my clothes soak in sweats and dirt,
through the silence of the top,
i'd scream this feeling beside your name,
and with waves of the echoes,
might you want to hear.

—i love you.