Listen: The Call ComesA Poem by DreamerWakesUpTo have the courage to start again.
The mid-day meal
for a starving Soul, sets off the beginning of a grand entrance, a finale, And everything in between. The stage is set. The lights are on. The curtains will rise at your beckoning call. Feel the fire rise; From the pit of Despair rises the tongues free to devour and to destroy All that has kept you still. © 2016 DreamerWakesUpAuthor's Note
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AuthorDreamerWakesUpKohima, North East, IndiaAboutI'm an English Major, doing my Masters right now. Been writing for ages but never quite got the right platform. So here I am on WritersCafe. I love creative writing in general, and poetry most. It.. more.. |