1 post from day 15/11/2017

A Journey Home

A hum reverberates through a waiting, weary soul On his journey toward home He sits and waits so patiently, as impatience creeps up on how he sees As he sits, deferring now; this is the way he performs his how To get on back without a fuss, he ponders on this smelly bus.... The day is grey, as often is, As he peers through the dirty glass, The rainfall sprinkling all those they pass, The wheels doth turn, the wind does whizz As he, in movement, rolleth on Leaving there, and ...

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