Today's Inn
Every night, a train passes by my house
To pick up that day's memories
Tonight, I watched the train approach
With its pure white smoke
A stop, a door opens, light emerges from within
I enter to place my treasures, wishing I can run back to today's inn
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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