I called, you answered

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Whistle once on the mountaintop
Hear nothing
Whistle twice, inhale
See something
Breathed of wine and birthed from sky
It was the hand, stretched out
And I, could barely contain
The tear, a sigh

My scarred up fists that broke
with weary
Long wilted petals released
Once rose, Once lily
And I watched them drop off fingertips,
Catch the breeze
And with ease, drip off the cliff
Down from the mountaintop


Submitted: April 01, 2021

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