They call for me
Those buried dreams
With muffled sigh
Across the sea
Today it seems
I hear their cry
Their memory spills
In misty dew
Upon the grass
The distant hills
Serene and blue
Whisper as I pass….
They call for me
With disregard
To my binding duty
I am not free
The dream is marred
It has lost its beauty
The colors swirl
Muted and vague
A powerless mist
For the girl
Of yesterday
Does not exist
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Janet Martin
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