I walked a million steps
up the steep mountain
to meet her and talk to her
One glance at me,
she said, she doesnt
talk to low life like me
did i mention
she is an angel
and i am a mere mortal
the divine lady
flew away into the sky
and left a gift with me
thats my friend, how the echo was created
I keep talking to her
and I keep hearing myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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