Will there be echos left by me?

autumn

Life enters the world, then it cries.
Minutes of life already taken away.
Time is lost, the world a borrowed home.
I will leave one day, will echoes remain?

A thousand years from now,
will there be echoes left by me?
For just a moment time freezes.
An echo from a past life is heard.

Déjàvu! Like an echo still heard.
A memory pluck out from nowhere.
My voice is strong now. Alive!
Will I leave behind echoes of me?

Life is speeding. Like a blur.
Days gone, one after the other.
Like a blur, wheels turning. Faster.
I look back, echoes bounce back.

Of old photographs, of family long gone.
Voices at rest, memories faded.
I flip the pages and hear their echoes.
Will someone hear my echoes one day?

By C.E. Pereira
(31-1-2017)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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