the calling

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 01, 2017

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Submitted: August 01, 2017



The howling wind calls me from my slumber

Its calling me to sway to its rythmn

I rise and give in to its wild pleading

I close my eyes and sing

The grass beneath my feet is warm

The flowers scent makes me calm

I think the trees are whispering

"Shh be quiet let her sing"

The sky is as calm as the deep blue sea

The diomands within all listen to me

And all this leaves me wondering

How calm and serene one's life can be

As the moment drifts away and i fall into pleasant slumber

I dream of the moments i had with the fir.

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