There was a dying echo of sorts <br />in which was hard to find <br />Tattered and faint this sound <br />searching in vain, yeilding no hope <br />Inspiration, before discovered, now gone <br />The echo I speak of is mirrored, <br />it's reflection, love lost....<br /><br />Raptured Soul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-lost-17/
