An echo spat out into the world
A thunderous cry that shook the earth
Powerful as it was, it was left befuddled
It questioned its existence and its worth
From birth bouncing in all directions
No purpose found for its understanding
With time it raced to change its perception
Staying alive as all other that is living
Only a moment in time was it alive
But that was all that could be given
Even if to live longer it had strived
To accept destiny since it had risen
Gone this echo but soon to come
Another in time to live and question
Pattern repeated, still different for some
Life to live, a continuous exhaustion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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