I hear trains outside my window.
Do you hear them too?
I hear a rumble on the rails,
A spark of something new.
I hear the horn hail into the air;
How I wish it was you.Whether it's a warning or it's fate,
I cannot seem to designate,
For my heart hangs onto hope
As I hear the fleeing freight.June, 2023
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Poetry"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...