And Then With A Fleeting Glance,
The train was gone,
The line of churning steam,
Trailing it like a childs forgotten balloon,
And love was lost with the train,
Sucked away along the tracks,
Like a tireless evil struck upon you,
For the purpose of sin.
I never forgot my balloons... as they abandoned the grasp of my tiny little bones, ripped the heart off my sleave, and fluttered away mocking my tears. Ha! I Say... (thanks for sharing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the sketch of the train leaving the station and the way emotion trailed it