A Train Called Planet Earth
We ride this train called planet Earth, and through windows, watch images of a fast moving world. Friends and family, say their goodbyes, and get off on stations, one by one, and our hearts with them. Until one day, with white hair and crooked back, we reach our final destination, where we find, that on the outside, we didn't travel very far, but on the inside...the journey was vast!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2016
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