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Rains over Georgia
Rain falls soft on Georgia,
up north there's falling snow;
Gazing out the window
I've got nowhere to go.
Been lost in the desert,
been carried by the wind;
Dreamt about yesterdays
I'd not relive again.
I've watched the trains roll by,
saw hobos on the run;
Thought of time and distance
since their travels begun.
Wonder where I'll be
when one tomorrow comes,
Will I be marching true
to the eternal drums?
Futures remain hidden
far from the naked eye,
They grow stronger in truth
as the years pass us by.
One step, then another,
would take me down the road,
Yet there's no direction
in the stories left untold.
Rains drift over Georgia,
up north the snows still fall;
Outside this old window
a myst'ry seems to call.
Yesterdays fade from view
like rivers 'round the bend,
I think I will move on
when, at last, this day ends.
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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