Nothing says The Blues
like the back side of a train.
Wailing harmonica and train whistle
Love vanishing down the tracks
A packed suitcase and goodbyes
And the soulful heart crying out
through guitar strings and a subtle blues beat.
The memory of love lost
is as fresh as the turn of a dial
And as universal as the beating heart;
Visit, re-visit;
Every win has a loss ...
Every arrival, a departure ...
Every rose, a thorn.
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Love is found in absence, love inspires the blues; Love yields when forgotten, love is hidden in ambivalence.
ReplyDeletethank you for your poetry in response!
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