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About This Poem
I call up the wind - - -
Whipping my raven hair
I write of a dream, I dreamt
Raw with my fantastic imagination
I call up the wind
I call the voice of silence
I have wings to soar high
There is a voice dwelling deep inside
It is always calling and beckoning to me
The night is sad blue velvet
O, stars be gentle with this soul
As I wander between earth and heaven
I call up the wind
I call the voice of silence
My words are my beauty
Eternity is my final destination
Each poem written is carved in my soul
Lyric
December 11, 2012
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