Poem 3/24 – The Call

Poem 3 – The Call
Softly the wind whispers;
“Come home to me”
The cold air covers my body
in a cocoon of emotions.
“Come home to me”
The whispering sound moves deep inside me.
Wondering eyes pierce through my armour,
Soothing my soul,
Beckoning me to follow.
“Come home to me – and be mine”
I draw breath,
filling my torso and as I
Exhale – I let go…

 

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