London Poem: Day 109

4 December

Somewhere there is a sound,
A large booming echo
That falls back differently
Than it went away.
It is naive to believe what
Travels will return unchanged,
But still we wait and wonder
For a time to come and
See a life lived,
Remade in a new place.
Hope builds so that a
Mind may keep a constant,
But evolution comes
And churns without ever
Being able to slow it down.

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