Drifters

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 Words keep hanging out
Down at the end of the line
But there's no train at the station
And no one is keeping time
They sit there in their solitude
With no where else to be
The words all become drifters
Just like this heart in me



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  1. Magaly Guerrero17 July 2023 at 13:42

    The loss is so real. It grabs the heart by the collar, shaking it, asking it for words...

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    1. Lori26 August 2023 at 07:44

      And I wish more of the words would arrive rather than depart. Thank you so much.

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  2. Jinksy21 August 2023 at 11:21

    Lost is found - your words are here! I am in awe of the complexity of wandering amongst your words and pictures, which I have been enjoying. thanks to an unscheduled Blogland wander today; no timetable needed. :-)

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  3. Helen21 September 2023 at 19:59

    You have an amazing way of combining words and images. Loved this.

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Thanks for reaching out. You have touched me with your words.