Stirling, Scotland
Picture taken by the author Darren Greenidge
I hear voices
calling to me
They are calling
to set me free
But never close
these voices are
Just out of reach
always it seems far
I hear rushing waters;
rivers and streams
Waterfalls breaking
in visions of my dreams
As soaring mountains rise
high to the gods
And eagles call
to them
Resonating in my blood
I hear these voices
calling to me
Ever calling to
set my spirit free
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