City's Calling
The city that keeps calling me
wants me at it's core.
It's then I come to wanting there
my heart's crave come to bore.
Just knowing there's a place of home
for special memories kept.
A past existing cherished life
where all your thoughts have crept.
To get there for the satisfaction
you only have to feel.
You're comfort greater when you're there,
the meaning seems more real.
A place to stand and look around
remembering each action.
-To fill your heart with loving warmth
and know it's just a fraction.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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