My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Old railway station

Rusty railway
full of shadows of
beneath old wooden sleepers
sleeping pebbles
spread out like heavy history
the train is no longer zipping
the rumbling whistle
no longer echoes in the valley
lively crowds dispersed
years peeled
from the station walls
cables along the route
strapped with ivies
the past is hidden
in a nook
of leaves.


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