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My Ending Call
Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow
Swift as the swallow along the river's edge
Her lips are red-hot
Like glowing charcoal
I brought her here
And have laid her to rest
In a noiseless nest
The telephone line has been disconnected
For the little voice of yours shall be carried by the wind
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in his chains like the sea
When merry milkmaids click the latch
Blow bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying
And answer echoes answer dying dying dying
The long lights shakes across the lakes
Our echoes roll from soul to soul
And grow forever and forever
I warmed both hands before the fire of life
It sinks and I am ready to depart
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
The splendour has fallen on the castle walls.
© Saighoe Francis Asilfie Kweku
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