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| Poetry By: Erick Flores Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts |
Your presence was invited,
I longed to see you, a moment,
Patiently, it never came.
If I had appreciated you,
The times I could call out;
Your name was memorable
The way it slowly trickled,
Like a small, swift river.
From my tongue I speak,
I ask for another chance
To hear your voice, echo.
Erick Flores
