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He Calls

Stars tremble in lustrous waters
on a radiant moonlit night
capturing the quaking essence
of my soul’s divisive plight.

Come to me my sweetest love
I only feel the call of my name
burying itself deeper within
full of hot passionate flames

Mesmerized by an ethereal voice
singing a haunting love plea
As I fall, there is only cold wind
and the acrid taste of the salty sea.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Sarah host Poetics tonight with an excellent prompt. Finding emotions in concepts/things.

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