Poem -
Waterstains
Ghostly clattering of a lost time
reverberate echoes in the velvet night.
Now the shivers and chills
freezing the nerve center of my mind.
Recurring dreams of the last train inching
its way out the station slow and methodical.
Of rain tracing patterns on window panes
like the sadness of the stars.
Tears streaming down my face
like water stains on old
faded photographs.
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