sifting

by mistersoto

an echo
resonating
spoken
now circulating
permeating
the streets
walls and ceilings
across the open fields
and hills
seeking
any place
any space
to escape into
carried
pushed on by
its own reverberation
not knowing
its own destination
unheeding
its own reason
flight is its all
until
caught unexpectedly
it is
netted by
an imagination

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