Miles And Miles Poem by Thomas Case

Miles And Miles

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I know the wind
cries for me.
The birds sing of
my loneliness from
the sky.
I don't even see
you in my dreams
anymore.
Your red dress
hangs from the mahogany
coat rack, and the
storm clouds in my mind
never go away.
Baby, these miles
and miles are making
me soul sick, and this
trumpet will be the
death of me yet.

Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: jazz,longing
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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