Whistle in the wind screaming
Smoke in the sundown gleaming
Through
Right through the soul of the heart
Fox hole burrow
Hidden sorrow
Riding to nowhere, a hole at the start
Of endless worry
Of no tomorrow
That day with you was the best
A train ride home to rest
With peace and pieces of what’s left
©️The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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