In dreams I ride the ghost train,
and I am rocked to sleep.
When the train passes into night,
I review my minor sins.
I ask forgiveness from unseen gods
who seem preoccupied.
I cross over imagination's river,
reliving past loves.
At midnight I come to the station;
the train fades to black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Introspection at every point is must, the more we do the more we will improve, a thought provoking poem..A Perfect 10 +++
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