I see you there, curbside, sitting in the the rain;
Long lost and age washed, still clinging to a derelict dream.
Know that you will save it, and clean it up;
Every score, every abuse;
By your hands will be repaired.
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Author:
J.M.Coleman (Pseudonym) (
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Another power piece! Is this about pride? These short works really get me thinking.
It could be. I like to think it's about reflection, and looking forward. Sometimes we take a wrong turn, but that doesn't mean we forget where we're headed. If we're fortunate, we will get there relatively unscathed. Thank you for reading my friend.
Thanx Kat. I'm thinking a longer piece for tomorrow. Idk, I guess I'll figure it out when the time comes.;)
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