It just comes to me
Now and then
Like a tiny train across the desert
Of what is left of my memories
Songs on the car radio
Tuned to then
Going away and coming back
Feels kinda like a long road trip.
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Wonderful. “Whistling/Like a tiny train across the desert/Of what is left of my memories”
Ahhh…they just run around and around…sometimes closer, sometimes father away. Beautiful.
This is wonderful!
What Cyn K said!
Lyrics of life!
I like that it is a tiny train.
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