Until now I have remained untested;
The clarity of Calling left untried.
But the rocks and hills of mountain pathways
Leave me asking "What happens if it dies?"
The pull of Purpose is fire in the bones
And the task within claws at the seams.
Magnetism from the ones surrounding;
I the one it purports to claim.
Again I hear your Ocean calling-
Again the worlds within my soul collide.
This gentle forcing, compelling whisper
I could not bear it if it died.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow.. it's been eons since I've even been to the site.. but I like this. Even after all this time, this is so obviously you. I really like it. I've longed for this... calling... for a long, long time now. I hope it doesn't die for you! ♥
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