Silent night echoes,
broad daylight echoes,
where does she begin to look?
She gives time a chance,
loosens her wary heart,
takes a quiet breath.
And then,
she hears it.
An echo from within,
yet distant as a fading call.
She has been pursuing endlessly,
not knowing
it has always lingered beside her,
soft, patient, waiting:
the echo of affection.
- Gla Maiyo
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