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Afterglow
The cruising train
and it's undyed puffing smog,
wind blare tone from the woods
and the daylight fog.
The rustling leaves and the petty
noise of squirrel's stride,
And the sparrow wood note
from the eastern side.

Hustle people baltering
In the eye on the noisy charm,
my head out looking
at the sunrise and the alarm.
Pensive oblivion felicity
with epiphany grinning speeches,
and my swirling curl hairs
in the breeze of Californian reaches.

Gushing deers with great horns
to wanderlust somewhere,
a bunch of grey pines
and the twisting deep leaves flare,
those view exploring younger
as the melody of my sonder.
The seasons shifted,
love got frozen but I still alive.

Those greenery shade angle
and the weather cracking now,
yet the valley still gleaming
But the train grips moving on,
those people faded,
the train approached
the edge of the cliff,
but the rail tracks twisting
into flaxen and flying towards the sky.

I'll keep sailing
until I reach you in the afterglow.

~~~~~~~~🖤~~~~~~~~

© Kevin Anthony

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