The Void
Ripples
Like echoes from the past, a distant voice
calls my name. A faint whisper in a shimmering
void in time, relentlessly in continuous motion.
Like a wave on a stormy ocean, it roles over and over.
Like ripples on a pond, spreading outwards.
I hear echoes from the past, a distant and relentless
sound, it raises me up on high in my mind, before I
come back to solid ground.
It spreads like sun - light across an African plain, giving
life to everything in abundance : to heal the world's pain.
Like echoes from the past, a distance voice calls my name
haunting me from afar, whispering on the winds of time.
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