Siren
You are formed of the wind
That bears your name
In the breathless hollows
Of the gale
I hear your song
Like a Siren culled
From an ancient storm
It calls to me
And I am loathe
To turn away
And from you flee
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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