Jul 2018
Railway cuttings
Cut through my mind
The emptiness
Of what’s left behind.
A flower garden of wildness
Between broken sleepers
Who now find comfort
In railway suburbs.
Love Mary x
Cut through my mind
The emptiness
Of what’s left behind.
A flower garden of wildness
Between broken sleepers
Who now find comfort
In railway suburbs.
Love Mary x
(67/F/Hertfordshire , UK)
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