Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes – the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.
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that’s a good use of the picture! thanx for using it. I like the poem. And I love rhymes…
This is a cool poem brother. Very impatful, inspiring and familiar to me. Good work!
powerful stuff