When I Am Tired

When I am tired
your voice whispers
softly in my ear,
come, we have places to go
poems to write
and people to meet,
come, the mountains call
the stars above
and the wandering winds,
come, life is still full
of magnificent offerings
wine to spill
and wild roses to kiss,
come, come, come…

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