In the train

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Rex Tyler

In the train
She felt his hands
She knew what she had done
A mother feeling beautiful again
She felt the sun
The poet wooing
His lady love
He skin was soft
His eyes appeared so blue
She laid in his bed
Gently stroked his head
Not expecting to

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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