She Called Me In The Wind Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

She Called Me In The Wind



She called me in the wind

She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;
Befallen souls of angels dream and nest,
Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

Mistral of dawn, glare to invite and saith,
'Of sea ghost nymphs, doe flye in foam's blue vest'
She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

Pearl skies, sea birds to fly on May the eighth,
On faraway was she but not to best,
Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

Enchanting wraith she was, conceived, on staith;
Prevailed thence time reversed, but to divest,
She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

On sole appeal, invokes on dawn war graith,
Adventures on sea trips, I conquest,
Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

To aggrandize my cause, in pride to bathe,
Egressed my soul to seas and time's request,
She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;
Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

Saturday, December 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: verse
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Anil Kumar Panda 26 January 2020

With the unique concept, and flow it feels good to read the poem. Very nicely crafted. Thanks for sharing.

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Kingsley Egbukole 28 December 2019

Beautifully articulated. Interesting reading...10.

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