Gate 53 Poem by Poetheart Morgan
Gate 53
Gate 53 now is closed
all tickets for sale
is now past
the man said!
perpendicular, she sit on the bench alone
a paper in her hands
waiting for the next departure
transversely, she wants
run into the Southern Cross
throughout her solitude that’s fit well
horizontally he arrives
silent, as if it were human
aren’t steel’s friction steps
but she knows are railways to go
malicious engineering
long curves …
~She, vertical ~He, erect~
From afar, you can see
crumpled paper at the train station 53
Oh dear I wonder what that crumbled paper said, such a beautiful love poem of curiosity.
Dear Shahzia, then explain to me poetess! Because I'm not so sure about my poems!
Just enjoyed the trip in every station...we learned lot of thing in each station from 0 -53...be in railway always okay..so in life...53 just the year of you will go but no train moves so brave like you...so ignore things and move forward.._Soul
poetry stays as just simple nursery-rhyme if presented without symbolism...your symbols are quite obvious! ! !
Dear Altair, you are right, is about maturity and how many gates i had to cross. I want to go home! !
Hello Dear Ace of Black Hearts! ! ! what was written on that paper changed her whole history! ! What a perception poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:58:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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