Lunchtime Poetry/Poetry/Writing Lunchtime Poetry Posted on February 4, 2015 / 0 Comment A train passes, cries. Sobbing new life throbs within once quiet hills. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading... Lunchtime Poetry, Poetry, Writing
