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The Call

door killea

Again I hear the calling
softly, my name just a whisper
inviting, into cooling arms
relief for the pain-filled fever



today, I watched as lovers kissed
holding hands as we used to do
wandering along the beach
as we did today, yes, I too
each in our separated way



the call, the soft call of freedom
for all the past, to be swallowed
forgotten and let to rest
it would be best, dear friend


it won't be long
I will answer the call
and as I fall, may all be forgiven
for given, I have my all


I listen as you call

feedback van andere lezers

• jack
  Heel mooi met dat vleugje rijm en woordspel. De "each in our separated way" vind ik heel touching. Ik zou er bijna zelf triest van worden. Melancholie!
  killea: Many thanks for your grand FB Jack
  xx
  j
• manono
  Such a sadness in the two last parts.
  killea: thank you Christine
  xx
  j
• jan
  superbeautiful!
  
  xxx
  j
  killea: Many thanks my dear Jan
  xxx
  j
• tessy
  Ik ben er ook een beetje melancholisch van, heel erg mooi June.
  Voor mij een toppie
  xxx
  killea: many, many thanks Tessy for your fine fb
  xx
  j
• Kat
  Voor alles wat ik lezen kan! XXX
  killea: Thank you Kat
  xx
  j
• marrik
  After the wodka comes the poetry.Or is it the other way around?
  After the poetry comes.....
  
  really beautifull.
  killea: It's always 5 pm somewhere in the world
  thank you for the compliment
  xxx
  j