The Tocsin - Poem by Igor Balatsky
deep thunderous blows of the troubled tom bell
breaking down the silence
in the dead of the night.
I did not know for whom the bell tolled
but the sound meant a definite sign.
I saw the light
with near-sighted eyes of my open mind
the tocsin was tolling deep inside
it was the sound
of my anxious heart
that was desperately trying
to wake my sleeping soul
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