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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