Rail Away
- nicola
- Jan 24, 2019
- 1 min read
I skipped the sleeper and walked down along, balancing on a rail where trains weren't shown. Finally a place to rest awhile, after running away a hundred mile. The peregrination without beginning or ending, is a life of mine of roaming and wending. Now that I shall confess, everything left is motionless. And by the time I have to run away from the rail before the glowing sun.

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