the cold wind blows
as these old legs
head up the hill
and in the moaning
of the wind
I thought I heard
my name
as if from a great distance
a hilltop maybe
perhaps over water
so distinct it sounded
in a voice
I could not recognize
but my name
yes, my name
calling out
to me
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Leonard Durso 
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Thank you.
Very interpretive to the reader as who is calling your name. I like it.
Thank you.
It is sad if you don’t recognise which of them all she was. I wonder what that means!
It’s interesting you assume the voice was female.
Listen here Leonard. Once you publish something it no longer belongs to you. So for me I know it was female. Anyway I hope you have a fantastic new year.
I never doubted the truth of that. And Happy New Year to you, too, John.
A happy Christmas and New Year my friend – seem to have been missing you lately…
Happy New Year to you, Maureen.
I hope life is calling!
I hope so, too.
I like this one. I think you are calling yourself.
Thank you. We all hear out inner voices, don’t we?
I think so!
An interesting write of self encouragement!☕️😎☕️❤️💕👍
Thank you.