An Echo Never Dies Poem by Cheyenne Rhon

An Echo Never Dies



I've been to the in-between,
Where desolation is found,
And loneliness may suffice,
But the echo of a voice,
Never dies.

Because the waves carry,
Through the browns and grays,
And the sand blows,
To wither away…
My vocal chords.

Though the ravine divides,
Those who wander,
The darkness does not shroud,
Their lost songs.

Sunday, August 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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