The Call

Wed, 03/24/2021 - 22:48 -- Anya_AA

Soaring through the depth of me,

are stories I cannot unsee.

A chance to break this shift of space, 

untimely but, it leads the race.

Unparalleled to swamps of heat,

it pours like lava, leaves the streak.

Yet even with the whispering wind,

I hear the call from deep within.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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