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Greenwaves Forever

by Call Me Les 2 months ago in sad poetry · updated 2 months ago
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Resolving the riddle with no answer.

From halls long lost

Annals and paths

The channels of my mind

Steps tread softly

In the frozen tundra bleak

Your last words repeated

Continuing to echo

Resounding the mystery.

Like miners plumb the depths

They give me no rest.

Searching for an explanation

To the riddle with no answer:

Three trains arrive in the night to collect three identical passengers. But only one train and one passenger ever arrives. The others disappear and no one knows how the single one to make it arrived there.

Perhaps the answer is simply it doesn't matter which train made it because the trains were only ever fitted to hold a single person.

We truly were far from the shallow.

May you find peace in greenwaves.

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Call Me Les

Founding admin at the Vocal Social Society. Editor/Founder of the Vocal Creators Chronicle.


No words left unspoken. For Tom.


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