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the rest of echoes


Call yourself in echoes in seashell sounds and in caves beneath the sea

Find yourself in dark streams in nuance and in rhyme

Catch yourself in light in color and in time

Rest yourself in autumn winds just as the first leaves fall

Lean upon an ancient oak and listen for your call

About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

9 responses »

  1. This one made me feel peaceful and comforted! Thank you!

  2. Ditto Debbie, absolutely. Thank you for this, your words are a healing

  3. cute drawing~~~!!!

    and look at ourselves in the mirror of a creek (not the tadpoles, but our faces)
    and live in the smile from a friend who smiles because we smile
    and walk through the trees we planted
    and be ready for the consequence of being absent on the first day that the professor comes back on his journey

  4. This one really spoke to me, friend. As always your talent stuns me….

    • Hello Maron!

      I read that tribute for your mom a while back.
      I just couldn’t find the right words to say and it made me think of my dad too.
      She had some bright and happy eyes , like her wheels were turning.
      It is a very nice post about her.

      Nice for you to come by!


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