The Icicles are CallingA Poem by C Lee the mood outside today
The icicles are calling
Can you hear them?
Drip
Drip
Frozen in time
Like memories
Allow them to form
Allow them to fall
Chasing prisms
Reflecting life
The icicles are calling
Can you hear them?
They echo
Like the raindrops
Crackled
Distorted
Ever flowing
Over flowing
Allow them their beauty
Allow them their pain
I hear them calling my name
© 2009 C Lee |
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