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Missed Call
On the way back from the Spar
A familiar ring I’ve heard
But you must be very far
So it could have been a thought
Just a casual thought that came
Like a butterfly that flies
Out of chrysalis to gain
Freedom of the open skies
It wasn’t real like it seemed
What that was, I can’t define
There’s no moral in the dreams
And illusions never lie
They just put you in the world
Of the very special kind
Where your calls now can be heard
Those I’ve missed, they ring through time..
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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