Rhapsody

Echoes II

The echoes from an empty heart reflect an empty plain

The warmth, the smile, the twinkling eye, the echoes all remain

A trumpet down the corridors of all eternity

That herald to a time when life is met triumphantly

The resonations craft the heart so that the will withstands

The whirlwind whimsies of a world, much more the heart demands

Of echoes of a future meant for grasping more than frill

To stumble on a gem, indeed, reflections overfill

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