I wish I could keep going without stopping
It felt like a minute
Sitting at the corner and looking around
Waiting for a stranger to come
Morning and evening
I tried it twice
The sound was beautiful
I'll come back again
I wish I could keep going without stopping
It felt like a minute
Sitting at the corner and looking around
Waiting for a stranger to come
Morning and evening
I tried it twice
The sound was beautiful
I'll come back again
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Comments1
that repetitive drumming of metal
that track as narrowed destiny
that promise of a seated journey
train tracks, too
can be a source of solace
just like
that shoreline's calming waves...
(such clarity of vividity
a dive within refreshing words
brilliantly executed, dear poet)
thank you!
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