Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Train

17 March 2013

Train

 

morning fog hides the 8:15,

but I can hear the ghostly moan.

I do not know where it has been,

I only see it in between

a lonely nomad with no home.

 

(abaab)

17 March, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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