The rear view mirror
Tells a half truth.
In its bumpy vision
It tries to hold steady the past.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
Home town signs
The rear view mirror
Tells a half truth.
In its bumpy vision
It tries to hold steady the past.
