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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

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Kisses calling from some past

Mid a song that couldn’t last

Heartbeats that were gone too fast

A forever there was cast

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Dream that now is over me

Promises return at last

Passing chance to hold on fast

To its arms forever flee

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There to linger midst the past

In sweet fruits of memory

Drifting from how can this be

From a love all this was cast

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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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    • annart profile image

      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      Memory is a wonderful thing and sometimes a burden.

      Lovely poem.

    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Lovely poetry. Pearled this.

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