when i was born
my heart called out for love
of a certain kind
and it continued to call and call
for some time
and when it stopped
the echo surged out
through the mountains and valleys
of souls and lifetimes
the sound itself searching through the eternity of me
and now here i am
straining to hear the last faint whispers
of myself
singing for that love
wondering if perhaps its just a memory
soon there will be silence
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