The Passing of Places

Send us Fan MailThe Passing of PlacesHugging empty coastlines, beneath wavesof wind, skyand place, the yellow train, stops from time to time, beside the hidden, the silences, the wind blown sandsthe hours lost between,without a sound, withouta trace. For beyondthe forgotten,the dunes of memories, the greying skies of winter, high along the tides,the future pastsof shore,the calendar of seasons, this late November,in days of evening leftto remember,from thosewho journeyedthis way,so long, and lost before. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]