The Call

The Call

A Poem by SKIP Faherty

The 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
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SKIP Faherty
SKIP Faherty

Eichenzell, Deutschland, Germany



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