On a long speeding train journey
flee the trees and buildings fast
through your window
Relative motion is fact of science OK
When the train halts for a while
somewhere in the mountain region for some reason
before your eyes you see a Switzerland
beyond the geographical location in your own sand
With the green signal on
the train leaves slowly the green mountain path
you thankfully bid adieu to momentary Swiss Bliss !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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