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Train Station

Where the heart wanders and why? I find
no answer. Its as though sitting at a train
station waiting for love to arrive.

Walking down a busy street with strangers
passing by, thinking surely with so many
people isnt there one who catch my eye?.

Traveling abroad and to forgein lands
watching lovers kissing and holding hands
spelling the words I love you in the sand.

Returning to past lived places enjoying
a few old familiar faces. reminiscing days
gone by, and always sad news ones died.

My heart still wanders but now I dont ask why?
All aboard said the conductor, I smiled at the
kind gesture assisting me to step inside,

I decided lifes too short to wait for love
to arrive

Joy Hardy 2019


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Train Station