Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired luggages–
Scarlet wheels, terror in my spine
I know when you step in
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Will asume this was not written about airport luggage, lol, very confined hidden truth deep within the words of camofluge, takes a trained voice to speak in such a language and you I see have indeed mastered such a quility, very top rateed poem......
Very vivid and poignant. We all long to go home even in our dreams. Excellent write, Daffodil. Always your friend, Sandra