Trainstop Poem by Ballerina With Fins
Trainstop
Rating: ★5.0
The wind
is in the hearts
of all those heads
dreaming.
It whistles
over mountains
rich with
red apples and honey.
You have a ticket. It reads:
To Somewhere.
Some time is taken.
Someone is listening.
Trainstop.
And you could sit next to me,
maybe for a while.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
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4/19/2024 2:30:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very sweet journey BWF, thanks for the ride, Tai