Glenfinnan

Jumped on a first train, I erased it all.

The past is many stops away, I can rest without chasing

missing things and dreams

equals one long viaduct, so much to take in,

I can’t close my eyes now.

The sun will melt the fear of breathing,

colour dirty windows magic yellow gold.

The last stop is a long climb to a mountain,

like a future

guided by the moon and your echoing voice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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