Call Poem by Autumn Winds

Call



A call to the skies
Of wings and air
If they fall, we fall
Ignored in light
Yet worshipped in darkness

Where is the bell that rings?
A vibrant sound
It travels the world
Always ending up the same way
And it eventually swallows all

But then it begins again

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Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

Sanfrancisco, California
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