Distant Voices

I am but an echo through epic time

From distant voices long forgotten

Yet, still, resounding, resonating

Throughout the cathedral of my heart

Maybe, it was from Calliope’s grotto

Or from Sappho’s own tongue?

Maybe, from an ancient eastern sage

Or from a young, romantic poet?

Before his brush and scroll

Too many dynasties ago

Hear the echoes gathering!

Through countless ages, mingling

Of tears, tragedies, loves and joys

A celestial choir where I am but one.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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