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random poem #2
Against the window hammers the rain
Sitting on an empty train
Which is shaking on those old, wet tracks
Passing a field that lacks
Trees, nature, and things that remind of life
How can a field look so strife?
So bitter with the grey rain...
Sitting on an empty train
Which is shaking on those old, wet tracks
Passing a field that lacks
Trees, nature, and things that remind of life
How can a field look so strife?
So bitter with the grey rain...
