Listen: The Call ComesA Poem by DreamerWakesUpTo have the courage to start again.
The mid-day meal
for a starving Soul, sets off the beginning of a grand entrance, a finale, And everything in between. The stage is set. The lights are on. The curtains will rise at your beckoning call. Feel the fire rise; From the pit of Despair rises the tongues free to devour and to destroy All that has kept you still. © 2016 DreamerWakesUpAuthor's Note
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Added on August 16, 2016 Last Updated on August 16, 2016 AuthorDreamerWakesUpKohima, North East, IndiaAboutI'm an English Major, doing my Masters right now. Been writing for ages but never quite got the right platform. So here I am on WritersCafe. I love creative writing in general, and poetry most. It.. more.. |

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