Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Next To The Railroad

Trees faded into the loneliness of the world  
as the sun set
ready to repose
for tomorrow's day.


Leaves withered like a man who has lost in his fight
covering the tracks of the railroad
covering the path
of the home of others.


As greens of the leaves became shallow
darkness invaded
as if there is no such thing
as another being.


Everything disappeared,
the trees that swayed with the wind
and the railroad 
that was filled with people during the morning rush.

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