Brimelow

Echo

I painted something beautiful
and showed it to the world
Then I placed it in a house
Without any windows

I sculpted my own heart
and sang along to the beat
Then I locked it in a chest
Without any sound

I wrote my name in the sand
and bathed in the light
Then the tide came in
Without any pity

An echo
A shadow
A painting in a house
Without any windows



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