Beads

Sad man and rain

The rain has beaded upon the station window
The pane stretches cold beneath his hand
The trains whistle for long departures
And his wedding band
Bereft of its mate
Is alone.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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