Hear me now out here and there in the world,
I am the murmur calling your name in the dead of night.
"Listen, my friend," I say onto you
"I am the voice of the unspoken history.
Be unafraid and come follow me.
Answer my summoning and I will grant you glee!"
I am the voice amongst the mist and the deadly snow.
I am the voice of your struggle and your hope.
I am the voice always calling you.
I am the voice, I will remain.
I am the voice in the spring steadfastly sing of the flower
The leaves dance with my melody in the air
Never will I sleep in the frost of winter
I grow stronger in the springtime.
I am the voice of the past which always remains
I am the voice of the future is promised
Bring me your wounds, and my peace will heal them
I am the voice in the mist and the deadly snow.
I am the voice fighting against the anger and sorrow.
I am the voice always calling you.
I am the voice.
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Poetry of the Tides
PoetryA series of poems with different meanings and moods. They are all here and have been here a good time from the tides of my mind. I give you some entries of earnest tidings.
