Wind is BeckoningA Poem by EvelynWind is beckoning For a moment I give myself to it Well you needn’t do that But oh, I long to Shake the Rattle Rattle Rattle A honeysuckle of an allegory One so arbitrary and underwater Oh, I long to go back You lowered me down with grace Only to never return And I cried out from the dream Wind is beckoning It’s grey wanting is blowing my hair back Towards a dark mouth
I know too well © 2018 Evelyn
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2 Reviews Added on January 5, 2018 Last Updated on January 13, 2018 AuthorEvelynMTAboutI’m mainly a musician, but I’ve recently began the journey of reading and writing poetry. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Happy writing! more..Writing
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