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Apr 2020
the sound of a distance train echoes a call through the midnight rain

I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s
soulful just the same

like Van Morrison playing something slow, or the broken heart that helped me grow

a dance of randomness cradled in love, the weight of thunder high above

a destination without end,
poetry in motion until it meets land’s end
Written by
Rob  53/M/Canada
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