Echoes Of Our Own
We have it in our heart
Though we stumble in our thought
We transcend in our dreams
Though we standstill in our life
We need it in our skill
Though we lack in our will
What we claim as our trove is what we lost on our own
Now there is nothing left but to mourn
Is now the time we leave it on our own
We want to let go our regrets
Though they were held on our own
We want to vanish our scars
Though they were felt on our own
A dream or regret
It is still our own
A conflict or desire
To have a language of our own
This poem is about:
Me
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