Lonely is such a night
to travel.
An open heart
as an empty bucket
waiting for the rain to fall
The sky drags behind
as toes crawl the pavement
to travel.
A marking on the ground -
a deep wonder
a cracked wrapped on raised ground
A moment such breaks -
breaks – a pain deepening
a place past a heart -
into a soul -
to travel.
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