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Where Echoes Hide
Into the valley to find my voice that unique element which speaks only to me, and is feebly, at times, echoed in my words, I fear. Have you been to the valley where echoes hide beyond glistening roads of scorched obsidian marked: “DO NOT DISTURB!” ? It's disturbing. Everything is haunted by devilish smiles which smother to death. Tread too lightly, or bear too much life on the journey and you’ll be lost. Forever, I fear. Dragon fire swallows the cool blue of the sky, perhaps. White-hot clouds camouflage the sear of the sun. Everything burns, on the high road and the low. Here, all sound hides from the molten intensity; of the voice in the valley. My voice, I fear. Forge ahead, 'til you see distantly, a defiant tree. Diametric to the horizon and the absence of life she beckons, she breathes, she whispers, and shelters in her limbs butterfly echoes faintly familiar and frigidly intense. Poetically soft, and sincere; they sing; I believe. Enchanting, mesmerizing, echoes of the voice. My voice, I fear. Do you hear them? 12/13/15
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