Echo

In the midst

of an empty

room, nought surrounding 

there but walls;

I sang out 

a cheerful tune 

and the sound of an 

echo called.

I wondered 

then how I could 

tell the thing it was 

that started, 

since present could 

no longer show past--

departed.

How prompted that sound 

from my lips, how far 

apart it's peers!--

by not one,

not two,

but a hundred

thousand years!

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ehat an interesting concept..the echo..when we had nothing..something comes back to us..nice job