Twice or thrice they criss-cross Across the level-crossing And the nettles cling Stubbornly to their sides Spreading their displeasure Upon the broken ridges Of crumbling soil; But the nettles cannot go Where railway tracks lead- Everywhere And nowhere All at once Whistling into the night With a longing That pierces Isolation.
Reason for writing:
Train journeys always make me sad.There's something about the tracks,especially out in the wilderness,at night,that clutches at my heart....
Birth sign: Pisces
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