Like a siren your voice calls to me

 

Come in you say

 

    Your hands so warm in comparison

    The Contrast so vast

    It reaches out to me

 

Come in you say

 

    The woods so pure

    Covered in a foggy blanket

    That you have created

 

Come in you say

 

    They tower over me

    So miniscule in comparison

 

Come in you say

 

    My mind so still

    The ground so cold

 

Come in you say

And so I do.

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- logan forbis

August, 2018