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Rail Away

  • Writer: nicola
    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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