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at the end of the tunnel
#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...
At the end of the tunnel is large , cold vault
Where salt is kept
And your name is called
At the end of tunnel
memories like sand
stadiums and fans
and a marching band.
At the end of the tunnel
it begins again
and again
and again
© R Becker
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...
At the end of the tunnel is large , cold vault
Where salt is kept
And your name is called
At the end of tunnel
memories like sand
stadiums and fans
and a marching band.
At the end of the tunnel
it begins again
and again
and again
© R Becker
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