My echo

Standing  at the edge of a cliff
The first time ever I've felt eternal bliss
With the wind in my face, the silence around
Broken by my never-ending shout.
With my arms open wide,
The emptiness inside,
Is left into the wild,
And with this one last cry,
All that's left is my echo. 

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