Along the desolate yet vivid tracks,
Stretching through whispering wilderness,
With few dear things on our backs,
and a yearning for freedom to confess.
Amidst the steel, the wood, the rocks,
Wind and encouraging nature's vibes,
Iron highway's building blocks,
Pointing towards far, liberated tribes.
Intersection of worlds, fairytale pathways,
Merging the storylines of daring wayfarers,
Along the tracks under moon's luminous phase,
Lay the impressions of the roaming light-bearers.
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