Words can be like a train,
goes charging now, bringing
down walls of difference,
doubt, or dislike, lifting floored
leaves of the past; or mother
clearing stock of ill-fitting
feelings from the old closet
like unwanted clothing.
Leave a trail of blinding,
almost-mystic smoke, or
mother's nagging calls.
P.S.: Written on a whim.
Edited on 31 Aug 11, 0840 hrs
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