Sighing With a Homeless Train
In the hollows of a long and dreamless night,
The soothing beauty of a dawning twilight
And tired sighs of a homeless train passing by
Keep me company in the loneliness of this high
And I speak aloud to the crowd of whispering trees,
“I’ll live to find peace before I die from this disease.”
Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013
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