Monday, 31 March 2014


The greasy engine chugs on 

The empty carriages follow 

Mountains and valleys 

Plains and towns

All come and go 

Level crossings hold back 

Bridges hold up

Dark Tunnels let it  all pass 

Sitting alone by the  frosted window 

As the train of thought speeds on 

A lonesome heart wonders 

Whither is my destination ? 

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