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Echo

I cried at the top
of the mountain
Lament my grief
for a beautiful thief
Valleys heard the tears
returning echo
called my name
Not the one I know
‘deep sorrow soul
we know who stole
your heart and burned
Soul has turned
from light to dark
Life without spark’
your remedy
forget tormentor
find a mentor
your focus, your centre
for soul healing
no more steeling
Just warm feeling
to return when its time

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55 thoughts on “Echo”

    1. Sadness is the most beautiful emotion, only when you embrace it πŸ™‚ all the greatest poetry of the world has depended on dear sadness πŸ™‚

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      1. it’s true… I experienced that before. At one point I got to think that sadness was the only inspiration for creation. I took it a little too far…
        But it’s beautiful indeed πŸ™‚

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  1. I once was alone in the mountainous woods of New Hampshire. I had some grief. I began to speak it aloud… no one was within miles it seemed… so, I got louder and emotionally exuberant… and louder and passionate and I was beginning to feel much better too. Suddenly, and from a very great distance, I heard “Shut the HELL UP You A-hole!!!”
    I laughed.

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    1. Just brilliant πŸ™‚ I am really laughing out loud, you should do a post about this in your blog πŸ™‚ absolutely hilarious πŸ™‚

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  2. Lamenting is a great way to express grief. Always feeling the feelings as they come and this is awesomely beautiful! I’ve also found falling in the floor and wailing helps. I’m not kidding! Profound sadness does change us! I know this one! Blessings to you!

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    1. I wholeheartedly agree Michelle,

      tears run for eons,
      a ocean is born
      immerse, go deep
      find dark end
      where poor heart weeps
      a kind kiss would heal
      thousand piercing
      sharp knives feel
      kneel and kneel
      beg for redemption
      And it will be given

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      1. I begged, I cried for 3 months till one day I got up. Though I live and move and go about my life that foreboding sadness is always with me. I don’t think it even leaves when one is pierced in innocence. My general countenance is happy but that sadness is always with me. I don’t cry except for now because you caught my attention, like a cord it always catches me by surprise. Wow I liked this! You certainly have a way with words! πŸ˜€

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      2. Michelle I wish that you relieve yourself from desolate past and live a content and smiling present and future. Keep faith in fairness, life returns tears shed with roaring smiles πŸ™‚

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      3. Oh I’m fine. Truly I am. I think what you wrote touched a tender part in my heart! Isn’t that why you write to do so? I think it is wonderful. I prefer to read words of depth! Have a super evening. I’m headed to bed. Blessings to you!

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      4. OH yes! I love when I read something that touches a part of me and I realize I am well. Sadness is not a bad thing necessarily. I think! Hugs to you! I’m going to read your blog during my lunch hour. I’m trying to spend more time reading! πŸ˜€

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