When Places Call
It's urgent I see the ocean,
Ask me why?
I'll tell you I haven't a notion,
Lately I hear her call,
And the way she says my name,
The gallop of white horse waves,
Place were loneliness is tamed,
Maybe I'll go and just listen,
Sight for sore eyes I'm missing.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2015
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