Call Of Love



Long after
staff have filled the pit,
written on
the stone, and
dried petals turned to powder
are lost on the wind—

drifting like
snow from a mountain’s
peak— my un-
dying love
is locked in the beauty of
the sun, moon, and stars.

P. Wanken


Inspired by The Sunday Whirl #102: peak, powders, lost, calls, locks, pit, moon, staff, stone, after, written, and petals. Posted for day 31 in 100 Days of Spring – 2013.




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