Poem: Hear Me

Neither here, nor there,
     in the silence I hear,
skipping stones on a lake.

Ripples form, then disappear,
     hazy fog rolls in,
covering the hills.

I am persuaded,
     the echoes far away,
longing to be heard again.

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