The CallA Poem by SKIP FahertyThe Call Raging wild
Stone, Thrashing
Shallow plane. Place of true Tranquility; Lost in mental fame .
Peaceful port
of Harmony Hidden in Turbulent Song, Beauty Shimmering Essence, Hidden from the fall,
Majestic call of Sincerity, Whispering loud it’s call, Come to me this moment, Children of us all. © 2014 SKIP Faherty |
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Added on December 24, 2014 Last Updated on December 24, 2014 Author
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