with a quiet
ground beneath
and wide blue skies
overhead,
a time worn
red chipped
clapboard sided
railroad station
struggles to stand
chain locked doors
weeds between tracks,
broken glass and
tin cans
no engines
or cars to tow
no steam
or water,
only dry
unforgiving winds,
blowing flat
over the past
of nevermore
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Author:
shadow424 (
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Comments1
a vivid read, I get a yearning for a past that can never be re-lived
and that old age, creeping-up: on all of us
insuring, we'll end-up:
'red chipped
clapboard sided
railroad station'
'chain locked doors
weeds between tracks,
broken glass'
in memories of those loved one's: we live behind...
(a wonderful read, thanks for sharing)
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