Glass Stains

Looking out the window

For miracle to be told

Radio hummed even heavier

As headlights headed north

These things bound to roll:

No more than before

No less than to come


Looking glass stains my eyes

For miracle to be told

Wind strummed even flatter

As the road headed higher

I hoped to hear once more:

Something has gone

Something has come


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allets's picture

I Adore

A well  balanced poem and this is one, captivating - mesmerizing rhythms - allets -




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Read it three times. :)

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