Wandering Streams
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Restful
Green blurs past me,
As trees and brambles
Glide beside me.
The train speeds up,
It rocks me back and forth,
My eyes begin to close.
As the sun smiles through the clouds,
It blankets me in its warmth,
And I am now asleep.
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