"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
It's sad! It had seen better days. It could have belonged to someone very important, a big car as it is! Nicely Susie!Hank
Three beings and unbeings left me stranded. That's how it is.
Lovely piece... picture and poem.
sweet use of brevity, Susie. I was so happy when I saw that you wrote for me again. ♥I have many times passed old tractors, trucks and old home places and "felt" for them. This invoked the same for me. Lovely! xox
To the point, I love it! Nothing is left hanging the simplicity is alarming and real.
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