Knock of the wind

Knock Knock

the call of the northern wind on my window pane

knocked down from my sleep

I woke up to watch the starry night

The wind carrying me the messages from the distance

a message from a far off place

trying to convey me the message 

I was baffled by the beauty of the night

as I stood there watching the miraculous beauty of it

The wind pushed my eyelids wide open

awakening me from the sleep

It felt like from the far off distance someone was calling out for me

was it the call from the past memory 

Or is it the call from 

A place unknown to me, A caller unknown to me.

 

 

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