I dream of haunted urban railway tracks,that lead me to an impossible dream.
i walk with the lost down the autumn pathways,though the woodland and too the lakes,who knows what lies in these underwater caverns.
the trees hold many secrets and whisper my name in the breeze.
so much to find in a forest of my imagination
a poem for the people i have lost and loved
jim 2015

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