It’s the Echo in the Wind

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It’s the echo in the wind

The memory of what was

The hope of what’s to come.

It’s the voice

Familiar

Yet far away

Echoing in the

Rustling of the leaves.

It’s the beauty

Of a sunset,

And the hope of

A sunrise

That reminds me

Of the gift

It is to breath

To take in the air

And walk

Through the

Memories.

It’s the memories

That pull me in

Reminding me of

The friends, the family,

The dreams

The hopes

As I walked

Through the recesses of

My mind and find

The hope

In the memories.

Now so many are gone

More than grains of sands

Flying in the wind