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Jan 2019
A whisper calls,
It beckons me,
From the bushes, earth,
The trees,

It calls to me,
"Erase the old,
Make what's new,
Desire, be bold",

It tells me to,
Embrace my fears,
Carry my heart,
Shed all my tears,

It tells me to,
Be faithful, unwind,
It sees my life,
A broken bind.
Sorry for taking so long to make a new poem, I've had stuff going on in my life, I'll try to make these poems more frequently.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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