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It Calls To Me (poem)

Updated on September 22, 2014

In a mist it calls to me

Portrait of a memory

Something lost won’t let me be

To its arms I’m bound to flee


Kisses calling from some past

Mid a song that couldn’t last

Heartbeats that were gone too fast

A forever there was cast


Dream that now is over me

Promises return at last

Passing chance to hold on fast

To its arms forever flee


There to linger midst the past

In sweet fruits of memory

Drifting from how can this be

From a love all this was cast


Why its arms I once did flee

In this dream I’m bound to be

Frozen times this memory

In a mist it calls to me


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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Lovely poetry. Pearled this.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      Memory is a wonderful thing and sometimes a burden.

      Lovely poem.