Like a heavy train

gone by,
night’s ramble

in the distance

melts away
and scrapes

on the steel

of all my senses
throwing behind

an eyeful of sparks,
scrapes on the steel

of all my senses
shedding the sky

from those last stars
that will soon be washed

away by amber crested

waves of clouds.
Like a heavy train

gone by
night’s ramble

in the distance

melts away
on the lips

of amber crested

clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Anne-Flore MARXER ~ https://www.instagram.com/annefloremarxer/