Poem -

broken down hearts.

Cursed with heart's
that beat

Grand Central station
Please take your seat

All hearts broken
Please take your token

We are about
to depart

The land of broken dreams
In search of a cure

For what heartache
means

Past the buildings
And winding streets

To a land so far away
In search of heaven

A healing space
Millions of leap yesterdays
Today

Nothing holding
Us back

This train
Of healing

Off the beaten track
Never or maybe
Returning back

Heartbroken
Or new
In tacked

Destination
A heavenly place

No tears upon
A face

To heal the hearts
A brand new space

Cursed with heart's
that beat

Grand Central station
Please take your seat

We are about
to depart

The destination
Brand new heart

Sit down
The journey

Is about to
Start

Off to find the pieces
Of your broken down heart's.

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Tony Taylor

Oh cool Nardine.......took me a sec.......they're heading to the land of broken dreams for some mending,,.........what a cool idea this is..........makes me want to read more about the place beyond the winding streets..........really enjoyed this Big Sis!!!.........especially after I read it the second time!!........well done sister girl!!..........smiles.............T xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Heya my brother tony, they are leaving the land of broken dreams, searching for a healing space upon the traveling train, i wrote it for poetry E train, glad you like it love, if only such a place existed wouldn't the world be a happy loving place to live,
love you bro, your sis nardine xoxo

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you beautiful for your loving appreciation, indeed it would, I'd be buying tickets for those i know that need it, love you princess xoxo, nardine xx

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