CALLING OUT…

CALLING OUT…

Favourite place 

Space n time between

No traffic no rules no pace

Poetry the scene, enlivened rhyme serene

I hear her calling out…

No doubt love

here music’s good to me

‘Hard as granite’ 

so she says

Behind her walls

she’s soft as clay

Her dreams, 

at night in-fi-nite

Wishing on a star

hoping in the universe

Secretly,

her heart is calling out,

‘Somebody,

not just anybody,

come out n rescue me’

That place, explore

Heard about it once or twice

Yearning for

better than av. better than nice

Come rain come shine 

come ice…go

There to flow,

hoping a baron of amour

Distantly,

miles n’ miles away

Secretly,

I hear her calling out 

to me…

 

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