echo

I have been haunted by an echo
A feeling, a sudden desire …
It creeps into my dreams
And into my idle moments

A temptation perhaps
Or even a fantasy

The currents of the heart always converge
No time exists for our senses --
Our memory has no seasons

Why, then, do we say goodbyes
Why do we fear distances
If everything becomes one in our heart?

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