The Train
The distant whistle
of an unknown train
reminds us
we are not alone.
In the lighted hours,
the whistle blends
with sounds
of our busy lives.
In the darkened hours,
it echoes and fades.
It greets
our solitude.
The train's destination
is some distant place.
Our own
is our dreams.
of an unknown train
reminds us
we are not alone.
In the lighted hours,
the whistle blends
with sounds
of our busy lives.
In the darkened hours,
it echoes and fades.
It greets
our solitude.
The train's destination
is some distant place.
Our own
is our dreams.
posted by Vickie at 11:47 AM
2 Comments:
Interesting parallel here V. S1 should be "reminds" though, right?
Yep, it should be, I fixed it. Thanks.
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