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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Missed Call (of the Church Bell), A Poem




Wisps of smoke
rise skyward,
as the last of
burning embers
glow.

Naked limbs
sway gently,
shaking off the
last of winter’s
snow. 

A church bell
rings far off
in the distance,
calling me to
go.

Come…
…Come…
……Come…
it beckons;
and once again
the answer’s
no.

~gj duerrschmidt



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