Mischance ~ 3
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Yet again, a voice calls me
on a moonless night
from the bottom of the valley
to those ruins of the past
that haunts like the seabirds.
And I empty my mind from
the sorrowful present thoughts
to sail in the direction of the voice
with a whirlwind of ecstasy.
The night clears the doubts
and throws me to the seashore
where the sun is ready to rise
Nature is dancing with joy
And I am ready to sail on the waves
As I look back to see no one is there
Then who called me from the far?
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