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Somber Skyline Serendipity
The train echo sounded,
Blowing its whistle on the night,
Providing comfort for our silence.
a reminder to let someone
into the corners of our memory.
Down some rusted track; rattling the unconscious
past forgotten streaks of city lights
condensated dew drops
a midnight dream; recovered
with a hint of restlessness
that stirs in the crisp morning air.
Consumed effortlessly by a fire
in a place where home is made
with peace of mind.
