The train of life rushes away

Friends, faces, places

Deformed by time and space

To skewed lines, odd shapes

Left are blurry hazy realities

 

A face appeared

For a moment, for a reason

Strange sweetness with warm smile

An instant filled with rare laughs

Then gone is the moment, the face

 

Drowned by the shrills of the train

Are soft whispers of promises

Of another glance, another moment

Left are fickle fleeting hopes

The train of life rushes away

 

 


 

 

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