I await your voice,
Just like an echo- I wait,
Quietly followed your footsteps,
Our meeting would be like fate,
Although my beauty is incomparable-
And although you'll run at the sight of me-
I would like to at least hear you,
Whisper my name back to me,
Dear whomever up above,
Please allow me this one encounter,
Then I would go back to being his echo whom cries forever.
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-Echo and Narcissus
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
