I Call Up the Wind
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With pen and white paper,
I write of a dream, a dream dreamt;
it is raw with my fantastic imagination.
Tonight, I call up the wind,
and listen to the voice of silence . . .
I have wings to soar high,
above the sleeping world I glide;
this need is my passion and beckons me.
This night is blue velvet,
oh, stars be gentle with this soul;
as I wander between earth and heaven.
Tonight, I call up the wind,
and listen to the voice of silence . . .
My pen pours out my beauty,
my words drip with the blood of my soul;
and at dawn my poem lay written . . .
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December 11, 2012
Poetry/Lyric/I Call Up The Wind
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 442-163-11
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, July End
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/2012
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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