Night Trains

August 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Night trains. Like blood in night’s veins.
 
They take my sleep away in their luggages.
My memories, their passengers.
 
Night trains in the distance.
Night trains in the distance.
Night trains, night trains,
night, night, night trains…
 
Trains passing over the iron bridge;
pillars crunch with their teeth at night 
moved by invisible weights
and the sound of their shadows.
 
Far away a faint whistle now,
maybe night’s last breath.
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