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The Call
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 06:56:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Something stirs inside of me
like a spell I can not release.
It calls to me,
draws me to the window,
what could it be?
Like nomads who follow
the call of the winds,
I feel this need to go.
I let my mind wander,
to seek out the
origin of this call
but, returns,
no answers.
Is it Nature,
calling me to learn,
to be her student in the ways
of the Ancient Ones?
Or,
a desire to follow the road
to seek out stories
left in the abandoned houses
of the desert,
where old ghosts roam,
secrets of the Dead.
Or,
to look upon the Painted Desert,
knowing it bleeds
in Summer time,
as the Sun sets,
setting her on fire.
What is the nature of this call
thats strong enough to
wake the Dead?
Copyright ©
Nardo
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2005-02-11 18:56:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Call
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dralion on
Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 10:11:01 PM AEST (User
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I can relate. I hear this call all the time.
It leads me to study Aikido, stand for justice, try and re-learn programming languages and even write poetry and even a novel.
The call may not be from without--but within. . . |
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