On running train
I saw the sky still
Crying, the cause of
Crying I can't tell you.
At this time I can't
Tell you the things
And they are there in
Changing colours.
Time is in me,
And the train is
Running fast.
I can't say
The name of the station
And how it was.
The eventuality after the journey of life is beyond our vision, eyes.........outstanding
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The movement of the train! On a journey. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.