The Calling

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The Calling

I see the fast days go by
as quick as a blink of an eye
I can hardly tell what the day will bring
when i long to hear the angels sing
I hear a calling far off in the distance
for me, hoping there will be a new life
for me to see.
I go, but only to find the man of my
dreams i left behind.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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