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The call…



No matter, years lost

and years behind. The past

is the past, impossible to take

back, impossible to rewind.

Time running through our

fingers, like the finest sand,

being licked away by the

raging tides of the ocean.

But for as long as life still

grants us a new morning

to enjoy, as long as I can

count on your smile, endearing…

Love, will you help me make

this a much better world? Don’t

ever let my hand go, just guide me,

hold my waist through this life awhirl…

#NovemberNotes2017 – Wise Enough * Lamb


In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by  Sarah Doughty of Heartstring EulogiesRosema from A Reading Writer and Máh from Writing is my Pensieve.❤


2 thoughts on “The call…

  1. I really loved this one, I think the snappy title caught my attention immediately along with the pace of the poem. I liked the image of fingers being lucked away by tides of the ocean. It was a great use of personification 🙂


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