Calling

At midnight I was woken
By sounds of wind around
A calling comes to me 
A voice from far home lands

Unclear voices question 
Call from many years
As such voices will 
Arising from my heart

Perhaps this trace forgotten 
Torn childhoods
Exile voice of soul
Shadow crawl of days

No sun can shine those mornings
Nor can I hear one bird 
But never silence falls
On the storm within my heart!

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