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Passing Trains In Winter Rain
Distrait within the dismal night while drifting down deserted track... Beyond the bend, a lantern light illumed alone the vacant black. Such are the tricks that fate will feign with passing trains in winter rain. The darkling sky sighed, dripping dew, beguiling to the trek anew. Through diamond dusk old demons came - There was no dread, there was no claim, for distant thoughts will entertain on passing trains in winter rain. Through shadow’s fog a form appeared (which slowed its pace as morning neared), a lonesome, meek and wistful thing, like fallen bird with broken wing. Such are the shapes and weary strain of passing trains in winter rain. We paused a moment, side by side confronting Fate in eventide. But Passion’s Pains of yesteryear left youthful Ardor draped in fear - We had our courses to maintain like passing trains in winter rain. I often harken, flashing back, to sense the formless twisted track muse “Few have loved though all have toyed inside this vast and vacant void - The reason why ? At heart, mundane as passing trains in winter rain” ...
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