Crossing the Lancashire-Yorkshire border
when I leave the station
it’s the familiarity that drapes
a warm cloak around my shoulders
against the grey September chill.
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
Crossing the Lancashire-Yorkshire border
when I leave the station
it’s the familiarity that drapes
a warm cloak around my shoulders
against the grey September chill.
This is beautiful! ❤
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Thank you, Laurie.
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You are always poetic!!!!
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Thanks Linda
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