Whistle of the Train

Whistle of the Train I can hear your voice calling me,a gentle breeze across the sea,in the mourning dove’s sad refrain,with every whistle of the train. As tracks of hot tears stain my face,my heart longs for your warm embrace,a balm that soothes this endless painwith every whistle of the train. The candlewick is burningContinue reading “Whistle of the Train”