Rainbow Rivers Lament

Tranquil skies.

Falling leaves.

Tortured soul.

Tattered lives

Broken clay pots strewn in a corner.

Train whistles wail slowly disappearing into the night.

Appalachian trails. Never ending

The long slow note of a saxophone.

She walked slowly into the shadows never to return.

Is that all there is?

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D. White

Curious Mind. Wandering Soul. A Witness.

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