A voice

Whispers into my ears.

“Don’t worry about that”

Said it, for many years.

The voice is quite now,

No sounds, high or low.

But the echo remained,

In the wind,

Flying without wings.

Echo’s getting louder,

Loud and free.

Nothing it’s bound to

And nowhere to be.

The whisper echoes,

Then the echo echoes.

And it goes on and on

On and on and on.

Keeps going on repeat

Without missing a bit.

The words are alive

They got together and made a hive

Now whenever

you need the voice,

Just look into the hive

And make your choice.

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