The radio plays in the quiet hour
Where the evening waits for morning
It's company I guess on the journey
Keeping me from falling asleep
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Lights pass in a haze and blur and quiet sound of radio strengthens this imagery. Very wonderful poem is shared.10
Thank you I tried to capture the journey along a major road through the evening, pleased you felt it
Alone! ! Night lane. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
thank you and you are welcome