Thursday, September 30, 2021

Train ride

 

As the last autumn leaves fall

I walk under the trees

I sit and listen as the leaf says goodbye

The whisper is of promise, not of sadness

I wish people were like that

But people are not like that

It is not their fate

Because for them

The light at the end of the tunnel

Is another train

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