distance
a long wet day
time to ponder
time to outstare
that large puddle
a reflection of tears
perhaps
hail hits to the rhythm
of a beating heart
if only there was a train
travelling towards change
difficult
when one likes
a place to dream
to remain the same
distance
where ever I go
there I am
he said
so lovely... the rain, and unchanging
ReplyDeleteI like the 'train travelling towards change'
ReplyDeleteYes, that train is the one to catch! I really like this poem - and how it turns into a song halfway through.
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