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Journey

I look outside the window,

As the train chugs by the meadows,

Lush green with red flowers blooming,

Dancing with the summer wind.

I see myself running through them,

Hair wild in the air,

My summer dress flying behind me,

Wondering how everyday should be.

The whistling of the train,

Brings me back to compartment,

With life going on faster and in reverse,

Than the direction of the meadows.

A hum of a familiar tune then,

A fragrance similar to you,

A face known among the crowd I see,

Ending my journey.

 
 
 

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