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Second Call
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2002 Wind against my face,
Little mountain peaks of waves dance,
White foam of sea, crashing on rocks,
Frosting the deeper up,
Where sky meets earth…two blues touch,
Sparkle and glitter
Sunlight shimmering on the surface,
Bringing in the new spring
With silent applause.
A Symphony of water music,
Moving with perfect timing, not missing a beat.
Fountains of white explode…bloom above
Then falling again in joyous celebration
Of things yet to come.
Two birds dance with the wind
With anticipation, anxiously awaiting
The Second Call.
Copyright Pushkva May 2002
