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Apr 2020
A train
runs through the rain
Rain drops
Tears of the angels,
Like diamonds from heaven.

Fear and doubt.
Happiness and joy
Bliss and ecstasy

waves of feelings that crash onto the shore
of the mind, and drown the heart.

The green of the hills
A mere blur
Like a past I cannot remember.

Gods blessing.
Written by
Sarah s
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