Next Train To London
Next Train to London
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He dreams of Wales
Air is motionless
She passed by long ago
A man in a cloak
Bites crimson flowers
Lost in forest dreams
Wind brings sounds
Slope cradles
It is difficult to carry on
Same old story
Dawn girl walks my seas
Looking for Islands in haystacks
Her soft brown eyes
On a bed quivering
Her wild gaze
Beauty in my arms
Creaking sand
Our foliage blossoms
Wine keeps flowing
My world moves while dying
Abandoned child dreaming
He leaves her sleeping
He can't feel his heart
Will he ever see her again?
He departs in grief
On the next train to
London
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David Penn Trinley Arndt April 9th, 2022.
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