“The Railroad is an therapeutic map for me to find my peace.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Tag: maps
~His map~
His map in his hand
A dream in his heart
A familiar feeling of long ago
Yesterday seems so far away
On a paper map without a soul
He knows each road
Will lead him to a dead end
Where a house sets alone
Wearing a sign that reads
Condemned…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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