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the train left the station in a mist and a dream no turning back can't tear out pages or take back the book read the story played the scenes silently waiting speak to those things sitting dormat until a moment of maturity motion made still how shall time speak those unspoken ...
it didn't take any time for the tears to start flowin this morning...a family, their faces..attending one of their son's funeral for the second time...losing sons in war...not one but two...they only have three...the third son is on 25-day emergency bereavement leave but will return to complete his tour in an environment that is non threatening...the father was like an unshakable pillar, refusing to get ...
the quiet brings the morning message to the cool dawn of early autumn carried along the shimmering leaves the changing scent drifts across the wide open meadow to the dense green forest the finest dust of harvest sprinkles the spirited earth soothing dreams of snowy winter
didn't seem likely that one step from the edge would lead the way here hazy lines of secret doors open to tree-lined streets filled w/purple flowers smiling songs empty benches filled with unseen faces chatting loudly reminiscing anxiety stops to visit certain of acceptance and finds no vacant seat ...
not long to decide walkin' those hesitating moments .....like dripping honey she hardly considered the cat what would happen to her funny the things one considers important in moments of uncertainty reserved for adventures only she crosses 'em then uncrosses 'em darn legs went to sleep the music stirred disturbing her distraction rod stewart sings maggie mae ...where was he did he drift ...