The Call

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in the mountains of the winter wind
where the white wolves run
and bit frost covers the rocky crag
you can hear the distant drum

its the call, my brother
calling for the brave
answer the call, my brother
for the world to save
–1/8/10 – 41

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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