A CALL

by

Durlabh Singh

To call up rainbows for their starry skies
Or the wayward wolves for their howls
Strains of eagles in feathery refrains
Touching edges of the entangled plains.

To gather all pinioned pains within oneself
And the tied up thistles scratched by fowl
To make a morning star out of the darkness
From some black holes of a collapsed growl.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at waves
by: Barbara Lynn Sowell
from: Palestine, TX, US

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