A Call To the Ring
A call to the ring
singing and ringing
the replier has gone with the twisting
as long before ago come for finishing.
A finger in the ring
showing love without crying
it is a prison of dying
a jail of impact recovering.
Sense and heart as sharp as a tack ding dong
as the soul in ready and waiting
to slash the mist of tearing
life has no wasting.
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