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Call of Wild
as season maddens
the time saddens,
ephemeral scene, overwhelming
I gaze in vain
why but still wander
yonder !
the horizon ablaze with reddish sunset,
birds flying away, home
but I keep searching
the no man's land
nothing but sounds from distant vales
of breating trees, of beasts,
of insects, of streams
and call of wild through breeze
the time saddens,
ephemeral scene, overwhelming
I gaze in vain
why but still wander
yonder !
the horizon ablaze with reddish sunset,
birds flying away, home
but I keep searching
the no man's land
nothing but sounds from distant vales
of breating trees, of beasts,
of insects, of streams
and call of wild through breeze
Published 24th Feb 2014
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