The CallA Poem by AmberIt’s quite faint, Soft in my ear. Almost as gentle as A single tear Rolling down my blush painted cheek. No. It’s loud now. My eardrums pounding. My temple throbbing. Questions are circulating like A whirlpool. Oh, my dear love, Am I still the fool? The call that beckons me like A lighthouse, Shedding its heavenly Light on my worries. Now I am home. In your arms, I am learning to live. A fated call. Putting trust into this, darling Makes it worth answering. © 2012 Amber |
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