And there is an echo <br />A voice without voice <br />Floats and repeats <br />The real sound of voice <br /> <br />That is echo <br />Praised by the mute <br />Who shouts in the sea of mist <br />Without someone to know <br /> <br />That is echo <br />Swing by the name <br />But it ignores and says <br />Steals the sound of real voice <br /> <br />But let the echo <br />Takes the voice and echoes <br />Before the power is gone <br />And disappears word by word<br /><br />maria sudibyo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-there-is-an-echo/
