Echo Poem by satira black

Echo



The comfort of solitude is equal to it's pain
The pleasure of one's own company becomes hollow
Like the echo in a canyon, there is nothing new in the
voice that returns
The craving for another's view becomes painful

Monday, October 8, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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