The Train
As the night train whistled, my heart paused againNext to my seat, a face emerged from the old laneAlthough these eyes were fixed on that glass paneThey were searching for the reflection of your face It doesn’t appear the same as hidden in this heartEons passed but you still exude the same charmWould you ignore… Continue reading The Train
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