The Picture (poem)
Lying in the sand
Was a picture of once was
Calling to the wind
Echoes of before
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There was something strangely spoken in it
As a young man picked it up
Falling to its charm
Calling to the wind
Echoes of before
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In his dreams streamed scenes familiar
It was the picture come alive
Dancing with his imagination
Casting welcome wishes
Calling to the wind
Echoes of before
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Searching for some meaning
He shared the picture with some friends
Who looked upon the faces there
And sadly sacrificed a tear
Calling to the wind
Echoes of before
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They saw the truth scented in it
Two lovers taken from each other’s arms
His voice as he cast his fate to the sea
The picture close to his heart
Calling to the wind
Echoes of before