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Oct 10
A-walking through stone Old Town streets
of Edinburgh lashed by wind and sleet,
I saw Tron Kirk tower ***** the sky —
she loosed great raindrops on passersby:
A handsome former city church,
by fickle faithful left in the lurch,
still called down tears of Scottish rain
and wept, but dreams she’ll rise again
Inspired by seeing Tron Kirk in Edinburgh’s Old Town. The church was once home to the largest and most prominent parish in the city, but fell into disuse in 1953 and stood empty for decades.
Written by
Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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