in these lines <br />you will hear <br />the sound <br />of my soul <br /> <br />you will <br />remember <br />a face <br /> <br />you will <br />tell me <br />it is me <br /> <br />the one <br />you touched <br />a long <br />long time <br />ago <br /> <br />you will <br />say it is <br />me all <br />along <br /> <br />you will <br />remember <br />me again <br /> <br />but sorry <br />it is not <br />me <br /> <br />the sound <br />of my soul <br />is no longer <br />me <br /> <br />nor the face <br />it is not <br />me <br /> <br />it is the face <br />of everyone <br />you meet <br /> <br />it is the face <br />of humanity <br /> <br />and the sound <br />of my soul <br />has also <br />become <br />the hush <br />of you<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-hear-my-sound/
