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I Slept and it Was 10 P.M.
I slept at ten p.m.
As engines squeal
And driver still awake.
I opened my eyes at five a.m.
The sky was dim but
Somewhat bright.
Everyone was softly sound
And I, silently overheard the
Song.
My heart was pounding as
This song reached to me.
I didn't favor the piece but
I knew it was all for me.
Then I realized it was not
Pennsylvania,
Nor Ohio.
But it was Indiana.
As engines squeal
And driver still awake.
I opened my eyes at five a.m.
The sky was dim but
Somewhat bright.
Everyone was softly sound
And I, silently overheard the
Song.
My heart was pounding as
This song reached to me.
I didn't favor the piece but
I knew it was all for me.
Then I realized it was not
Pennsylvania,
Nor Ohio.
But it was Indiana.
Published 5th Apr 2014
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5th Apr 2014 11:47pm
This is beautifuly written. Gentle and subtle yet enthralling.
Good write.
Xx
Good write.
Xx
