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MYSELF
from the desolate rumblings of the storm
a voice is heard
it was mine.
where echo was the only sound
i strained to hear
it was at that time
i began to listen
and discovered
a stranger
within.
from the desolate rumblings of the storm
a voice is heard
it was mine.
where echo was the only sound
i strained to hear
it was at that time
i began to listen
and discovered
a stranger
within.
This poem goes with me. Sometimes people need to learn how to know themselve better. I like this poem is good, short and direct to the point.