Another Call
Accidentally, or not
It was meant to be
Life descends to tiny dot
No more news for me
In an open sea a sail
Swings among the waves
You look solid, I’m so frail
In our branching ways
Who’s the captain of this boat
Doesn’t mean a thing
Falling out of grace, afloat
Now it’s time to ring
Shall I hear another silence
With a hope within
Still it sounds like coincidence
Oh it seems I’ve been
In another call, remember?
You could play that game
Sending flowers of September
Clicking at my name.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2023
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