As the sun
Rises and smiles
Upon my wall
From afar in
The distance like
The voices of
Parents at dusk
A train whistle
Blows once twice
Three times warning
But to me
It is calling
Saying come with
Me I’m going
Somewhere like the
Last plea of
A lover about
To leave me
Behind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 
Beautiful poetry
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Thank you so much.
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