The railway tracks gleam silver black,
for miles along its lonely way;
Thundering onslaught in attack,
scattering stones in disarray.
Death and darkness lie awaiting,
on cruel path of flint and steel;
Ploughing onwards, no abating,
scarcely time enough to feel.
And there among the grime and stone,
wildflowers grow in sweet profusion;
Nodding gently, bent low, wind blown,
in the chaos and confusion.
How strange and good that beauty thrives,
Amidst life troubles, hope survives.
great writing, I enjoyed the phrasing very much and final couplet really summed it up.
How strange and good that beauty thrives, Amidst life troubles, hope survives. so beautiful dear..thank you
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Wonderful sonnet. The couplet beautifully summarizes the theme.10